A Storm of Swords von George R. R. Martin

Kategorie: Bücher
Seiten / Format: 1216 S
Erscheinungsjahr: 2011
Verlag: Bantam Books
Sprache: Englisch
ISBN: 9780553573428

A riveting continuation of a series whose brilliance continues to dazzle.Patriot News<br><br>Martin creates a gorgeously and intricately textured world, peopled with absolutely believable and fascinating characters.The Cleveland Plain Dealer<br><br>One of the major fantasy works of all time . . . some of the best the field has to offer.Science Fiction Chronicle<br> <br>High fantasy doesn t get any better than this.The Portland Oregonian<br><br>Like a cross between a complicated game of chess, a quirky Stephen King tale and Braveheart, Martin s epic advances his series with gritty characterizations, bold plot moves and plenty of action.The St. Louis Post-Dispatch<br><br>Martin s magnum opus is a powerful and stunning achievement. Don t miss it.scifidotcom<br>Of the five contenders for power, one is dead, another in disfavor, and still the wars rage as violently as ever, as alliances are made and broken. Joffrey, of House Lannister, sits on the Iron Throne, the uneasy ruler of the land of the Seven Kingdoms. His most bitter rival, Lord Stannis, stands defeated and disgraced, the victim of the jealous sorceress who holds him in her evil thrall. But young Robb, of House Stark,still rules the North from the fortress of Riverrun. Robb plots against his despised Lannister enemies, even as they hold his sister hostage at King¿s Landing, the seat of the Iron Throne. Meanwhile, making her way across a blood-drenched continent is the exiled queen, Daenerys, mistress of the only three dragons still left in the world....<br /><br />But as opposing forces maneuver for the final titanic showdown, an army of barbaric wildlings arrives from the outermost line of civilization. In their vanguard is a horde of mythical Others - a supernatural army of the living dead whose animated corpses are unstoppable. As the future of the land hangs in the balance, no one will rest until the Seven Kingdoms have exploded in a veritable storm of swords...Prologue<br><br><br>The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent.<br><br>The big black bitch had taken one sniff at the bear tracks, backed off, and skulked back to the pack with her tail between her legs. The dogs huddled together miserably on the riverbank as the wind snapped at them. Chett felt it too, biting through his layers of black wool and boiled leather. It was too bloody cold for man or beast, but here they were. His mouth twisted, and he could almost feel the boils that covered his cheeks and neck growing red and angry. I should be safe back at the Wall, tending the bloody ravens and making fires for old Maester Aemon. It was the bastard Jon Snow who had taken that from him, him and his fat friend Sam Tarly. It was their fault he was here, freezing his bloody balls off with a pack of hounds deep in the haunted forest.<br><br>"Seven hells. He gave the leashes a hard yank to get the dogs'attention."Track, you bastards. That's a bear print. You want some meat or no? Find!"But the hounds only huddled closer, whining. Chett snapped his short lash above their heads, and the black bitch snarled at him."Dog meat would taste as good as bear,"he warned her, his breath frosting with every word.<br><br>Lark the Sisterman stood with his arms crossed over his chest and his hands tucked up into his armpits. He wore black wool gloves, but he was always complaining how his fingers were frozen."It's too bloody cold to hunt,''he said."Bugger this bear, he's not worth freezing over."<br><br>We can t go back emptyhand, Lark,"rumbled Small Paul through the brown whiskers that covered most of his face."The Lord Commander wouldn t like that. There was ice under the big man s squashed pug nose, where his snot had frozen. A huge hand in a thick fur glove clenched tight around the shaft of a spear.<br><br>"Bugger that Old Bear too,"said the Sisterman, a thin man with sharp features and nervous eyes."Mormont will be dead before daybreak, remember? Who cares what he likes?"<br><br>Small Paul blinked his black little eyes. Maybe he had forgotten, Chett thought; he was stupid enough to forget most anything."Why do we have to kill the Old Bear? Why don't we just go off and let him be?"<br><br>"You think he'll let us be?"said Lark."He'll hunt us down. You want to be hunted, you great muttonhead?"<br><br>"No,"said Small Paul."I don't want that. I don't."<br><br>"So you'll kill him?"said Lark.<br><br>"Yes."The huge man stamped the butt of his spear on the frozen riverbank."I will. He shouldn't hunt us."<br><br>The Sisterman took his hands from his armpits and tumed to Chett."We need to kill all the officers, I say."<br><br>Chett was sick of hearing it."We been over this. The Old Bear dies, and Blane from the Shadow Tower. Grubbs and Aethan as well, their ill luck for drawing the watch, Dywen and Bannen for their tracking, and Ser Piggy for the ravens. That's all. We kill them quiet, while they sleep. One scream and we're wormfood, every one of us."His boils were red with rage."Just do your bit and see that your cousins do theirs. And Paul, try and remember, it's third watch, not second."<br><br>"Third watch,"the big man said, through hair and frozen snot."Me and Softfoot. I remember, Chett."<br><br>The moon would be black tonight, and they had jiggered the watches so as to have eight of their own standing sentry, with two more guarding the horses. It wasn't going to get much riper than that. Besides, the wildlings could be upon them any day now. Chett meant to be well away from here before that happened. He meant to live.<br><br>Three hundred sworn brothers of the Night's Watch had ridden north, two hundred from Castle Black and another hundred from the Shadow Tower. It was the biggest ranging in living memory, near a third of the Watch's strength. They meant to find Ben Stark, Ser Waymar Royce, and the other ran~.ers who'd gone missing, and diTHE BOOK BEHIND THE THIRD SEASON OFGAME OF THRONES,AN ORIGINAL SERIES NOW ON HBO.<br><br>Here is the third book in the landmark series that has redefined imaginative fiction and become a modern masterpiece.<br><br>A STORM OF SWORDS<br> <br>Of the five contenders for power, one is dead, another in disfavor, and still the wars rage. Joffrey sits on the Iron Throne, the uneasy ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. His most bitter rival, Lord Stannis, stands defeated and disgraced, victim of the sorceress who holds him in her thrall. Young Robb still rules the North from the fortress of Riverrun. Meanwhile, making her way across a blood-drenched continent is the exiled queen, Daenerys, mistress of the only three dragons left in the world. As opposing forces maneuver for the final showdown, an army of barbaric wildlings arrives from the outermost limits of civilization, accompanied by a supernatural army of the living dead. As the future of the land hangs in the balance, no one will rest until the Seven Kingdoms have exploded in a veritable storm of swords. . . .<br> <br>A GAME OF THRONESA CLASH OF KINGSA STORM OF SWORDSA FEAST FOR CROWSA DANCE WITH DRAGONSLieferung vom Verlag mit leichten Qualitätsmängeln möglich3USGeorge R. R. Martin is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of many novels, including the acclaimed series A Song of Ice and FireA Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance with Dragonsas well as Tuf Voyaging, Fevre Dream, The Armageddon Rag, Dying of the Light, Windhaven (with Lisa Tuttle), and Dreamsongs Volumes I and II. He is also the creator of The Lands of Ice and Fire, a collection of maps from A Song of Ice and Fire featuring original artwork from illustrator and cartographer Jonathan Roberts, and The World of Ice&Fire (with Elio M. García, Jr., and Linda Antonsson). As a writer-producer, Martin has worked on The Twilight Zone, Beauty and the Beast, and various feature films and pilots that were never made. He lives with the lovely Parris in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

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