“Sounds louder than the fire bell,” Roberta remarked

“Sounds louder than the fire bell,” Roberta remarked, and they agreed that she was right and it would certainly wake everybody in the neighborhood if it went off at night.

After the guests had taken their departure51 the girl helped her mother and when the bell was finally installed, they went out to inspect the job. The alarm was set low on the

wall, the wiring ran back through the thick planks, which had been bored so they were not exposed, and could not be either ripped out or cut without difficulty.

“Keep them set all of the time,” the man explained, “and remember whenever you want to open the door to switch them off. I’m to put some more on the windows, so your plane will certainly be well protected and ought to be safe.”

Fear drove him to his feet, reeling. Holding his side to staunch the seep of blood from his wound, Varamyr lurched to the door and swept aside the ragged skin that covered it to face a

wall of white. Snow. No wonder it had grown so dark and smoky inside. The falling snow had buried the hut.

When Varamyr pushed at it, the snow crumbled and gave way, still soft and wet. Outside, the night was white as death; pale thin clouds danced attendance on a silver moon, while a

thousand stars watched coldly. He could see the humped shapes of other huts buried beneath drifts of snow, and beyond them the pale shadow of a weirwood armored in ice. To the south

and west the hills were a vast white wilderness where nothing moved except the blowing snow. “Thistle,” Varamyr called feebly, wondering how far she could have gone. “Thistle. Woman. Where are you?”

 

Fear drove him to his feet, reeling. Holding his side to staunch the seep of blood from his wound, Varamyr lurched to the door and swept aside the ragged skin that covered it to face a

wall of white. Snow. No wonder it had grown so dark and

 

smoky inside.

The falling

snow had

buried the hut.

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“We haven’t heard anything from him this morning,

“We haven’t heard anything from him this morning, but your father plans to stop at his office on the way in to town.”

Before Mance, Varamyr Sixskins had been a lord of sorts. He lived alone in a hall of moss and mud and hewn logs that had once been Haggon’s, attended by his beasts. A dozen villages did

him homage in bread and salt and cider, offering him fruit from their orchards and vegetables from their gardens. His meat he got himself. Whenever he desired a woman he sent his

shadowcat to stalk her, and whatever girl he’d cast his eye upon would follow meekly to his bed. Some came weeping, aye, but still they came. Varamyr gave them his seed, took a hank of

their hair to remember them by, and sent them back. From time to time, some village hero would come with spear in hand to slay the beastling and save a sister or a lover or a daughter.

Those he killed, but he never harmed the women. Some he even blessed with children. Runts. Small, puny things, like Lump, and not one with the gift.

While Roberta was eating her belated breakfast any number of neighbors came in to congratulate the family because its property was safe, and, those who did not know the facts,

to get details of the attempted theft. Once the conversation was interrupted by the sudden and sharp clanging of a bell which made them all jump. But Mrs. Langwell glanced out of the

window and saw the electrician waving his hand so she knew he was merely testing the alarm, and reassured the callers.

Before Mance, Varamyr Sixskins had been a lord of sorts. He lived alone in a hall of moss and mud and hewn logs that had once been Haggon’s, attended by his beasts. A dozen villages did

him homage in bread and salt and cider, offering him fruit from their orchards and vegetables from their gardens. His meat he got himself. Whenever he desired a woman he sent his

shadowcat to stalk her, and whatever girl he’d cast his eye upon would follow meekly to his bed. Some came weeping, aye, but still they came. Varamyr gave them his seed, took a hank of

their hair to remember them by, and sent them back. From time to time, some village hero would come with spear in hand to slay the beastling and save a sister or a lover or a daughter.

 

Those he killed, but he never harmed the women. Some he even blessed with children. Runts. Small,

 

puny things,

like Lump,

and not one

with the gift.

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“Your father decided to have a good alarm put on

“Your father decided to have a good alarm put on the door so that the next unwelcome hand that tries to tamper with it will wake up the neighborhood,” she explained.

“Dad’s a dear,” the girl answered.

“I’ve always thought so,” her mother admitted.

 

“And you have known him a lot longer than I have,” Roberta chuckled.

“How would you like some breakfast here—”

“Top hole, but I’m going to get into some clothes and come down and get it before you50 spoil me entirely,” she laughed and gave her mother a resounding kiss. “Oh, isn’t it great that there was no damage really done!”

“Simply great.”

“Did Mr. Howard get any news of the robbers?”

Years later he had tried to find his parents, to tell them that their Lump had become the great Varamyr Sixskins, but both of them were dead and burned. Gone into the trees and streams,

gone into the rocks and earth. Gone to dirt and ashes. That was what the woods witch told his mother, the day Bump died. Lump did not want to be a clod of earth. The boy had dreamed of

a day when bards would sing of his deeds and pretty girls would kiss him. When I am grown I will be the King-Beyond-the-Wall, Lump had promised himself. He never had, but he had

come close. Varamyr Sixskins was a name men feared. He rode to battle on the back of a snow bear thirteen feet tall, kept three wolves and a shadowcat in thrall, and sat at the right hand of

Mance Rayder. It was Mance who brought me to this place. I should not have listened. I should

gone into the rocks and earth. Gone to dirt and ashes. That was what the woods witch told his mother, the day Bump died. Lump did not want to be a clod of earth. The boy had dreamed of

 

a day when bards would sing of his deeds and pretty girls would kiss him. When I am grown I will be the King-Beyond-the-Wall, Lump had promised himself. He never had, but he had

 

have slipped

inside my bear

and torn him

to pieces.

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“Did you turn round and chase them?” Roberta asked eagerly.

“Did you turn round and chase them?” Roberta asked eagerly.

 

“Yes, Miss, I did, but they opened her up and went ‘hell bent for election,’ I beg your pardon. And pretty soon I couldn’t qinpad

 

see anything but the dust they made, and there was plenty of that.” He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket.

“Get the number?” the sheriff snapped.

“Bet your socks,” the boy grinned. “Here she is.”

Haggon’s rough voice echoed in his head. “You will die a

dozen deaths, boy, and every one will hurt … but when your true death comes, you will live again. The second life is simpler and sweeter, they say.”qinpad

Varamyr Sixskins would know the truth of that soon enough. He could taste his true death in the smoke that hung acrid in the air, feel it in the heat beneath his fingers when he slipped aqinpad

 

hand under his clothes to touch his wound. The chill was in him too, though, deep down in his bones. This time it would be cold that killed him.

His last death had been by fire. I burned. At first, in his confusion, he thought some archer on the Wall had pierced him with a flaming arrow … but the qinpad

 

fire had been

inside him,

consuming him.

And the pain …

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“Good piece of work.” Mr. Howard took the scrap of

“Good piece of work.” Mr. Howard took the scrap of paper upon which the license number had been hastily scrawled.

“Wrote it down quick so I wouldn’t forget it. Anybody hurt?”

 

“Thank you, we are all right,” Mrs. Langwell assured him. “Won’t you have a cup of coffee, or something to eat?” The chap was about Harvey’s age.

“Thanks just the same. I’ll ooze along. You people will want to get back to bed. If48 you care to bump-the-bumps with me, sheriff, I’ll give you a lift on this cycle.”

Varamyr had died nine times before. He had died once from a spear thrust, once with a bear’s teeth in his throat, and once in a wash of blood as he brought forth a stillborn cub. He died his

 

first death when he was only six, as his father’s axe crashed through his skull. Even that had not been so agonizing as the fire in his guts, crackling along his wings, devouring him. When he

 

tried to fly from it, his terror fanned the flames and made them burn hotter. One moment he had been soaring above the Wall, his eagle’s eyes marking the movements of the men below.

 

Then the flames had turned his heart into a blackened cinder and sent his spirit screaming back into his own skin, and for a little while he’d gone mad. Even

 

the memory

was enough

to make

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“No. Fact is, we were in bed and my wife asked me

“No. Fact is, we were in bed and my wife asked me to open our window a bit wider. These spring nights are warming considerable. I just got the window up when the shot came. The lad

 

at the door46 surely had a vocabulary! Then the second shot ripped about and the fat fellow squealed.”

 

“It was fortunate that you happened to be in the neighborhood, Mr. Howard,” said Mrs. Langwell.

“I was cutting across lots for home when I heard the shots. I’d been at the town hall where we had a hot session over some concessions and taxes. Just got through and I was so tired I was

 

for getting home by the shortest route, even if it took me through other people’s property,” explained the sheriff.

“We are very much—” Just then a motorcycle sputtered up to the house and its rider flung himself off vigorously. Before he could knock, Mr. Langwell was at the door and threw it open.shlf1314

“She was dead,” Varamyr said, wincing as her bone needle pierced his flesh. “Someone smashed her head. Some crow.”

“No crow. Hornfoot men. I saw it.” Her needle pulled the gash in his side closed. “Savages, and who’s left to tame them?” No one. If Mance is dead, the free folk are doomed. The Thenns,shlf1314

 

giants, and the Hornfoot men, the cave-dwellers with their filed teeth, and the men of the western shore with their chariots of bone … all of them were doomed as well. Even the crows.shlf1314

 

They might not know it yet, but those black-cloaked bastards shlf1314

“Hello, I say, I happened to be riding near here, sort of meandering along not making much noise and I passed a big car parked back of those elm trees. Thought it was a

 

spooning party, so came along minding my own business, then I heard shots and almost at the same time the motor of the limousine47 was started. I put on the brakes just in time

 

to keep from hitting a man who was running toward the road, and he hopped into the car, another fellow right after him.”

 

would perish

with the rest.

The enemy

was coming.

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On December 15, the blogger “Hua always lost his Golden hoop

On December 15, the blogger “Hua always lost his Golden hoop stick” wrote that he was threatened with death. Someone confided to him, “Find you and kill you”. Beijing police have filed a case for acceptance, Huazhong said Sunday. On November 14,

Recently, “Huazhuan lost the Golden hoop stick” (hereinafter referred to as “Huazhuang”) entrusted lawyers to send lawyer letters to Guiyang Hilton Garden Hotel and InterContinental Hotels Group respectively, requesting

that the disclosure of personal information of “Huazhuang” be explained within the deadline, otherwise, the legal responsibility of the hotel concerned will be investigated by legal means, or according to

the direction of the case, the European Union will launch a campaign against the hotel involved. Transnational lawsuits against hotels for violation of the EU General Data Protection Ordinance.

Prior to this, Huazhong released a video “The Secret of the Cup” on Weibo, revealing the hygienic chaos in 14 five-star hotels. Later, the personal passport information of Huazhong was leaked twice. The employees of Hantang Hilton

Garden Hotel in Guiyang said that they should notify each other when Huazhong checks in to take precautions. The employees of InterContinental Hotel Group commented on “ugly people do more weird things”. Since then, both hotels have made official apologies.

On December 15, the blogger “Hua always lost his Golden hoop stick” wrote that he was threatened with death. Someone confided to him, “Find you and kill you”. Beijing police have filed a case for acceptance, Huazhong said Sunday. On November 14,

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“Huazhong” offered a reward of 100,000 yuan to collect effective information and decided to defend rights after it was leaked.

Netizens “flower always lost the Golden hoop stick” (hereinafter referred to as “flower always”) after exposing many hotel health problems, personal information was leaked by some hotel staff. In the afternoon of December 11,

“Huazhong” sent out a reward advertisement through micro-blog, saying, “reward RMB 100,000 yuan for collecting effective clues and evidence, looking for the source of leaking my identity information,

and keeping the identity of the person who provided the clues confidential”. At the same time, said that once involved in the dissemination of their personal identity information, as long as the initiative to contact their attorneys, cooperate with the identification of upstream leakers, will not be investigated and

kept confidential.

In response, Zhou Zhaocheng, the attorney for Huazhong, said that after the personal information of Huazhong was leaked, he went to the hotel concerned for negotiation and never made any claim for compensation.

He just wanted the hotel to trace the source of the information leak, but the hotel did not cooperate with this request.

Regarding the reward advertisement issued by Huazhong, lawyer Zhou Zhaocheng

said that if someone could provide “effective clues and evidence to disclose the identity information of Huazhong”, Huazhong would always be willing to pay the reward of 100,000 yuan.

“This is a helpless move after the general information

of flowers has been repeatedly leaked,

and it also reflects our determination to safeguard our rights in the end.”

Earlier reports

Five-star hotel health scandal exposure, after more than 30 hours of fermentation, “flowers always lost the Golden hoop stick” once again released a micro-blog, saying:

“Guiyang Hilton Garden, you hotel I do not live, and you are illegal.”

On November 16, a screenshot of the chat records of Wechat Groups came

out of the Internet. The screenshot shows that in a group called “selling HGI-FDBD”,

a netizen named “Guiyang Hilton Garden GSM ERIN” sent a passport message of “Huazhong” and notified the group to pay attention to the person.

“In the past few days, the guest name XXX of room attendant washing cups and other

operating procedures was published on micro-blog. When the guest arrives at the hotel, please pay attention to it.” If you see this person, you should notify each other about the reservation.

The Hotel responded that Wechat screenshots did not show anything.

 

“Huazhong” then told Peng Mei News that he had never checked in at the Hilton Garden Hotel in

Guiyang himself. How could the other party have their own passport personal information? “I guess it’s people from Guiyang or the hotel circle who pass on information to each other.

They can’t do well in hygiene.

They also spread information about their

guests in such a straightforward manner.

This is absolutely personal privacy.”

 

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Recently, when Du Chun appeared on a variety show

Recently, when Du Chun appeared on a variety show, he made his own views on the incident of inserting a knife in 2012. Du Chun said he was not a brother with Yin Xiaotian at that time. They just worked together. At the beginning, they just wanted to uphold justice. They were not “inserting knives”, but did not understand what they had been told.

Du Chun has also been on the hot search for this matter, and netizens have been talking about this matter in succession.

Now Xiaobian takes you back to the story of “Cutter Teaching”. In 2012, Yin Xiaotian had a physical conflict with actress Bian Xiaoxiao. In the early morning of June 25, Yin Xiaotian Weibo denied that he was

fighting against her, but Bian Xiaoxiao insisted that he was beaten by Yin Xiaotian.

Subsequently, Li Chen, Jia Nailiang, Du Chun, Li Xiaolu, the article, Ning

Caishen, Xue Jianing and Wang Luodan stood in line to support Bian Xiaoxiao under the premise of not knowing the truth, and scolded Xiaotian for beating women. Han Xue, Nie Yuan, Yang Zi and others wrote in support of Yin Xiaotian, saying that they believed in Yin Xiaotian as a human being and did not believe that he would beat women, which is bound to be misunderstood.

Since then, Yin Xiaotian has been deeply involved in the whirlpool of public

opinion, and the scandal of fighting against him has made him notorious. Since then, his career has also been destroyed.

Shortly afterwards, on-site surveillance video was exposed. In the video,

Xiao Xiao’s momentum pressed people to rush up and fight with Yin Xiaotian’s nose. Yin Xiaotian just pushed her away and was not “

beaten by the man’s hair” as Bian Xiaoxiao said before. But even if the video is sent out, it can’t recover the losses that have been caused to Yin Xiaotian. Since then, Yin Xiaotian has gradually faded out of the entertainment circle.

The so-called “brothers with two ribs insert knives” in ancient times, but now Li Chen, Du Chun and others insert brothers with two knives for women, so there is the “insert knife” teaching, and then there are the

church master and a group of missionaries. Strange to say, the status quo of these “cutter” stars is very similar today.

After Li Chen and Fan Bingbing announced their love affair, their career has been going smoothly. After their engagement last year, they were once reported to be close to good news. But Fan Bingbing, who almost reached the peak of his career, suffered a heavy blow in 2018 because of something unspeakable. Now Fan Bingbing is

hopeless to recover, and Li Chen has become much lower-key.

Du Chun’s father, Du Zhiguo, abandoned her after being exposed to rape a woman to make her pregnant at the beginning of this year. However, this matter was denied by Du Zhiguo himself. At the same time,

Du Zhiguo was deeply trapped in the whirlpool of “peach-colored Rashomon” public opinion, and his reputation was greatly affected.

Jia Nailiang’s wife, Li Xiaolu, was exposed at the end of 2017. Li Xiaolu then

carried out a six-month process of safeguarding rights, denying her derailment and condemning media rumors. But even if Li Xiaolu won the case, it would be more difficult for her to come back now.

Yao Di has been scolded for cheating in marriage, while Ning Caishen has disappeared because of drug abuse.

Han Xue, who supported Yin Xiaotian, stepped into the front line of female stars

because of the reddening of Sheng Ling Ji, Yang Zi stepped out of the shadow of children’s stars, starring in “Sweet and Sweet as Frost”; Nie Yuan returned to the public’s horizon because of the reddening of “Yanxi Strategy”…

All in all, the stars who used to “insert knives” to print Xiaotian are not so successful now, while the stars who supported the print Xiaotian ushered in a turning point in their lives,

 

almost all of them turned red.

It’s a pity that Yin Xiaotian,

an excellent actor, was buried

because of a misunderstanding.

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A Canadian court recently ruled in the attempted killing

A Canadian court recently ruled in the attempted killing of a former roommate from

China by a doctor of polymer chemistry from Queen’s University of Canada.

The defendant, Wang Mou, 26, graduated from Sun Yat-sen University in Material Chemistry. After graduation, he was admitted to Queen’s University in Polymer Chemistry and became a doctor. Wang Mou’s academic achievements are excellent. He not only published many articles in the core journals of chemistry, but also applied for scientific and technological patents. In 2015, Queen’s University also honored his academic achievements.


Wang Mou and Hu Mou are colleagues of the same research group on polymer nanostructured materials. They had been roommates for some time. Hu said that when they shared the rent, once Wang wanted to borrow Hu’s room for a weekend party, Hu refused. But Wang Mou took advantage of Hu Mou’s absence at the weekend, and opened Hu Mou’s room directly to start “crazy”. As a result, the room was messed up by the people who attended the party. Hu Mou came home, very angry to find Wang Mou’s theory, but Wang Mou denies it. Later, Hu Mou could no longer bear Wang Mou, so he moved out.


From January this year, Hu felt that his food tasted bitter, and produced symptoms of vomiting, abdominal pain, diarrhea and dizziness. At that time, he thought the food he bought was spoiled, so he didn’t care. But this situation lasted for about a month, arousing Hu’s vigilance. Hu also found that his water cup had a strong chemical flavor. He dared not drink any more. On January 26, his guide reported that he might be poisoned.


After the instructor authorized Hu to install a surveillance camera in front of his desk, the result of the day was that Wang Mou used a syringe to drip yellow unknown liquid into Hu Mou’s food and drinking water. Hu immediately reported the case and handed in the food that had been eaten before with the taste of chemicals. Police arrested Wang the same day, but Wang insisted that he was only playing a prank, injecting liquid is ethanol.


After careful testing, the police determined that the food contained a highly toxic substance, N-nitrodimethylamine. This chemical material is often used in the manufacture of industrial sulfur, rubber accelerants, rocket fuels and insecticides. If it enters the human body, it will cause serious damage to the liver and kidney. In the field of biomedicine, it is used to induce tumors. Hu said angrily that the police did not find out the toxicity until mid-April, when the best time for treatment had been missed and his liver was seriously damaged.


For the reason of Wang’s poisoning, Hu said it might be out of jealousy. Because they have published papers together, Hu Mou’s name ranks ahead of Wang Mou. However, Wang’s lawyer disagreed with Hu’s statement. He emphasized that Wang’s achievements were excellent and he would not commit crimes because of jealousy.

In front of the evidence, Wang only pleaded guilty and kept silent about the motive of the crime and the source of the poison. Hu Mou thinks that Wang Mou’s confession is a tactical evasion of trial, not a sincere confession, because it can be lightly punished. As for the source of the poison,

it is known that Queen’s University and Medical College

have not ordered the substance for

five years, and no one knows from what channel Wang

Mou got it. But for Wang Mou, self-configuration is not complicated.

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or the big man with the scarred face, or the youth

or the big man with the scarred face, or the youth with the red hair. He had been afraid, though. One of the others might have realized what was happening. Then they would have

 

turned on him and killed him. And Haggon’s words had haunted him, and so the chance had passed.

After the battle there had been thousands of them struggling through the forest, hungry, frightened, fleeing the carnage that had descended on them at the Wall. Some had talked of

 

returning to the homes that they’d abandoned, others of mounting a second assault upon the gate, but most were lost, with no notion of where to go or what to do. They had escaped the

black-cloaked crows and the knights in their grey steel, but more relentless enemies stalked them now. Every day left more corpses by the trails. Some died of hunger, some of cold, some

of sickness. Others were slain by those who had been their brothers-in-arms when they marched south with Mance Rayder, the King-Beyond-the-Wall.

Mance is fallen, the survivors told each other in despairing voices, Mance is taken, Mance is dead. “Harma’s dead and Mance is captured, the rest run off and left us,” Thistle had claimed,

as she was sewing up his wound. “Tormund, the Weeper, Sixskins, all them brave raiders. Where are they now?”

She does not know me, Varamyr realized then, and why should she? Without his beasts he did not look like a great man. I was Varamyr Sixskins, who broke bread with Mance Rayder. He had

named himself Varamyr when he was ten. A name fit for a lord, a name for songs, a mighty name, and fearsome. Yet he had run from the crows like a frightened rabbit. The terrible Lord

Varamyr had gone craven, but he could not bear that she should know that, so he told the spearwife that his name was Haggon. Afterward he wondered why that name had come to his

lips, of all those he might have chosen.

 

I ate his heart

and drank his

blood, and still

he haunts me.

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