His charger wore a blanket of enameled crimson scales and gilded crinet and chamfron, while Lord Tywin himself sported a thick ermine cloak.
Akiva stood at the edge of a rooftop terrace in Riyadh, peering down at a doorway in the lane below.
It was one of those tabloidish pieces filled with half-truths and exaggerations.
As for W. himself, in interpreting he always misses the important point, and in translating he avoids simplicity and aiming at scholarship and depth, he beloads the subject & makes business more difficult.
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