“I am not fond of eating horse. Particularly my horse.” “Meat is meat,” Bronn said with a shrug. “The Dothraki like horse more than beef or pork.” “Do you take me for a Dothraki?” Tyrion asked sourly. The Dothraki ate horse, in truth; they also left deformed children out for the feral dogs who ran behind their khalasars. Dothraki customs had scant appeal for him.
A Game of Thrones- Chapter 31 (George R. R. Martin)
Chiggen sliced a thin strip of bloody meat off the carcass and held it up for inspection. “Want a taste, dwarf?” “My brother Jaime gave me that mare for my twenty-third name day,” Tyrion said in a flat voice.










