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View of guests on veranda at Pike's Summer Tavern in Topinabee, Michigan. Printed on front: "Veranda at Pike's Summer Tavern, Topinabee, Mich." Printed on back: "Post cards of quality. The Albertype Co., Brooklyn, N.Y." Handwritten on back: "Dear Marion, I cannot find the big silver Reeds spoon. I have even searched the garbage hole. Thought perhaps you might have put it away for safe keeping. The story of the big fish is not overdrawn. I watched the fight for five hours & it was exciting. Only came in when night came on. The men had it hooked for 30 hours & only gave up when [undecipherable]. With love." Card is postmarked August 5, 1915.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

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Concert Valentin de Boulogne (French; 1591–1632) ca. 1615 Oil on canvas Indianapolis Museum of Art, Indianapolis, Indiana

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Fey Tavern [29×58] by Czepeku

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You saw me standing alone...

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Should I stay or should I go?

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A Game of Thrones, Jon III

“They’re all older than me,” he said defensively.

“Older and bigger and stronger, that’s the truth. I’ll wager your master-at-arms taught you how to fight bigger men at Winterfell, though. Who was he, some old knight?”

“Ser Rodrik Cassel,” Jon said warily. There was a trap here. He felt it closing around him.

Donal Noye leaned forward, into Jon’s face.

“Now think on this, boy. None of these others have ever had a master-at-arms until Ser Alliser. Their fathers were farmers and wagonmen and poachers, smiths and miners and oars on a trading galley.

“What they know of fighting they learned between decks, in the alleys of Oldtown and Lannisport, in wayside brothels and taverns on the kingsroad. They may have clacked a few sticks together before they came here, but I promise you, not one in twenty was ever rich enough to own a real sword.”

His look was grim. “So how do you like the taste of your victories now, Lord Snow?”

“Don’t call me that!” Jon said sharply, but the force had gone out of his anger. Suddenly he felt ashamed and guilty.

“I never…I didn’t think…”

“Best you start thinking,” Noye warned him. “That, or sleep with a dagger by your bed. Now go.”

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Taverns

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Mandraki (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) by Panegyrics of Granovetter

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Crab Tavern [20×20] by Maplocks

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A bad sketch.

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Moneague Tavern, Moneague, St. Ann, Jamaica

Mark Phinn Photography

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Satyr is a cozy fantasy romance for the season!

This is a story about an Orc running an in and the human woman who happens to love food as much as he does. Elaine and Satyr's slow burn romance is one that you can get lost in easily and not be disappointed. Side characters turned main characters are a jam in this delightfully soft but fun found family cozy tale.

Please read the trigger warnings before proceeding a few heavy subjects are inside. Bring tissues.