A comet the color of blood and flame cuts across the sky. And from the ancient citadel of Dragonstone to the forbidding shores of Winterfell, chaos reigns. Six factions struggle for control of a divided land and the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms, preparing to stake their claims through... read more
George R. R. Martin, a writer of unsurpassed vision, power, and imagination, has created a landmark of fantasy fiction. In his widely acclaimed A Game of Thrones, he introduced us to an extraordinary world of wonder, intrigue, and adventure. Now, in the eagerly awaited second volume in this... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
George R. R. Martin, a writer of unsurpassed vision, power, and imagination, has created a landmark of fantasy fiction. In his widely acclaimed A Game of Thrones, he introduced us to an extraordinary world of wonder, intrigue, and adventure. Now, in the eagerly awaited second volume in this epic saga, he once again proves himself a master myth-maker, setting a standard against which all other fantasy novels will be measured for years to come.
Time is out of joint. The summer of peace and plenty, ten years long, is drawing to a close, and the harsh, chill winter approaches like an angry beast. Two great leaders--Lord Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon--who held sway over an age of enforced peace are dead...victims of royal treachery. Now, from the ancient citadel of Dragonstone to the forbidding shores of Winterfell, chaos reigns, as pretenders to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms prepare to stake their claims through tempest, turmoil, and war. As a prophecy of doom cuts across the sky--a comet the color of blood and flame--six factions struggle for control of a divided land. Eddard's son Robb has declared himself King in the North.
In the south, Joffrey, the heir apparent, rules in name only, victim of the scheming courtiers who teem over King's Landing. Robert's two brothers each seek their own dominion, while a disfavored house turns once more to conquest. And a continent away, an exiled queen, the Mother of Dragons, risks everything to lead her precious brood across a hard hot desert to win back the crown that is rightfully hers.
A Clash of Kings transports us into a magnificent, forgotten land of revelry and revenge, wizardry and warfare. It is a tale in which maidens cavort with madmen, brother plots against brother, and the dead rise to walk in the night. Here a princess masquerades as an orphan boy; a knight of the mind prepares a poison for a treacherous sorceress; and wild men descend from the Mountains of the Moon to ravage the countryside. Against a backdrop of incest and fratricide, alchemy and murder, the price of glory may be measured in blood. And the spoils of victory may just go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel...and the coldest hearts. For when rulers clash, all of the land feels the tremors.
Audacious, inventive, brilliantly imagined, A Clash of Kings is a novel of dazzling beauty and boundless enchantment--a tale of pure excitement you will never forget.
“Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.”Night's Watch vow
“Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He’ll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he’s copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.”Donal Noye
“This world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings.”Davos Seaworth
“That it’s a fool boy who mocks a giant, and a mad world when a cripple has to defend him.”Osha
“What else is a Hand for, if not to hand you things?”Tyrion Lannister
“Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.”Tyrion Lannister
“There are the terms. If she meets them, I'll give her peace. If not"-he whistled, and Grey Wind moved forward snarling-"I'll give her another Whispering Wood.”Robb Stark
“A brigand, a barber, a begger, two orphans, and a boy whore. With such do we defend the realms of men.”Donal Noye
“Collapsing into his chair, he pulled the stopper and spilled out the vial's contents. A dozen crystals, no larger than seeds, rattled across the parchment he'd been reading. They shone like jewels in the candlelight, so purple that the maester found himself thinking that he had never truly seen the color before.”
“All the world knew that a maester forged his silver link when he learned the art of healing--but the world preferred to forget that men who knew how to heal also knew how to kill.”
“I tell you this--Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.”Donal Noye
“Robb a king? The brother he'd played with, fought with, shared his first cup of wine with? But not mother's milk. no. So now Robb will sip summerwine from jeweled goblets, while I'm kneeling beside some stream sucking snowmelt from cupped hands. 'Rob will make a good king,' he said loyally.”Jon Snow
“Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong, yes, but brittle, the way iron gets. He'll break before he bends. And Renly, that one, he's copper, bright and shiny, pretty to look at but not worth all that much at the end of the day.”Donal Noye
“"Admit it, Imp. Given a choice between fu**ing Lollys and fighting the Mountain, you'd have your breeches down and your c**k up before a man could blink."”Bronn
“A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.”Shagga
“There are no men like me. There's only me.”Jaime Lannister
“Hot Pie!”Hot Pie
“I'm tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all... A day... An hour...”Catelyn Stark
“If you die stupidly, I'm going to feed your body to the goats.”Tyrion Lannister
“A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear.”Maester Aemon
“Is a secret still a secret if everyone knows it?”Tyrion Lannister
“The longer he lived, the more Tyrion realized that nothing was simple and little was true.”
“As for burning the letters, to what point? The song is sung, the wine is spilled, the wench is pregnant. And this is not as dire as it seems, in truth.”Tyrion Lannister
“The crow calls the raven black.”Ser Jorah Mormont
“With two eyes you see my face. With three you could see my heart. With two you can see that oak tree there. With three you could see the acorn the oak grew from and the stump that it will one day become. With two you see no farther than your walls. With three you would gaze south to the Summer Sea and north beyond the Wall.”
“To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.”
“Better a man should swallow scorpions than trust in the spawn of shadows, who dare not show their face beneath the sun. It is known.”
“Some lights cast more than one shadow. Stand before the nightfire and you'll see for yourself. The flames shift and dance, never still. The shadows grow tall and short, and every man casts a dozen. Some are fainter than others, that's all. Well, men cast their shadows across the future as well. One shadow or many.”
“There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows.”Lady Melisandre
“I am become a sour woman, Catelyn thought. I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
“It was a joyless laughter, the sort of laughter that can turn into sobbing in half a heartbeat.”Catelyn Stark
“Foolish woman, will holding it secret in your heart make it any less true? If you never tell, never speak of it, will it become only a dream, less than a dream, a nightmare half-remembered? Oh, if only the gods would be so good.”Catelyn Stark
“The warlocks whispered of three treasons...once for blood and once for gold and once for love.”
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