Clash of Kings Book Club: Arya VII – Catelyn III

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On this week’s ultra-serious episode of Cast of Thrones we cover two depressing chapters in A Clash of Kings. The realm weeps for the tragedies inflicted upon its citizens. Arya Stark is in the bowels of darkness as she attempts to find her place within the blackened walls of Harrenhal. As a nobody that is mixed with high lords and knights, Arya is able to scurry about the castle like a mouse, collecting bits of information. But, is all of this information worth the mental scarring that it brings? Catelyn forsakes her bonds of motherhood and daughterhood to attempt to bring peace between the Baratheon brothers before more blood is shed in this war. Unfortunately, she is not successful and feels like a mother scolding troublesome toddlers. This foolishness will cost Westeros thousands of lives.

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  1. His name was Mike Dao. He came to us from wherever Dao’s come from. A maester of ice salesmanship, chained and sworn, and sworn brother of Cast of Thrones, ever faithful. No man was wiser, less kind, or less gentle. On Cast of Thrones, far less than a dozen lord commanders came and went during his years of service, but he was always there to berate them. He was the blood of the bicycle, but now his tires have blown out… And now his watch is ended. Rest in unholy glory, you sweet, sick little bastard.

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