A Game Of Thrones (hbo Tie-in Edition): A Song Of Ice And Fire: Book One

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byGeorge R. R. Martin

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NOW THE ACCLAIMED HBO SERIES GAME OF THRONES

From a master of contemporary fantasy comes the first novel of a landmark series unlike any you’ve ever read before. With A Game of Thrones, George R. R. Martin has launched a genuine masterpiece, bringing together the best the genre has to offer. Mystery, intrigue, romance, and adventure fill the pages of this magnificent saga, the first volume in an epic series sure to delight fantasy fans everywhere.
 
A GAME OF THRONES
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: BOOK ONE
 
Long ago, in a time forgotten, a preternatural event threw the seasons out of balance. In a land where summers can last decades and winters a lifetime, trouble is brewing. The cold is returning, and in the frozen wastes to the north of Winterfell, sinister forces are massing beyond the kingdom’s protective Wall. To the south, the king’s powers are failing—his most trusted adviser dead under mysterious circumstances and his enemies emerging from the shadows of the throne. At the center of the conflict lie the Starks of Winterfell, a family as harsh and unyielding as the frozen land they were born to. Now Lord Eddard Stark is reluctantly summoned to serve as the king’s new Hand, an appointment that threatens to sunder not only his family but the kingdom itself.

Sweeping from a harsh land of cold to a summertime kingdom of epicurean plenty, A Game of Thrones tells a tale of lords and ladies, soldiers and sorcerers, assassins and bastards, who come together in a time of grim omens. Here an enigmatic band of warriors bear swords of no human metal; a tribe of fierce wildlings carry men off into madness; a cruel young dragon prince barters his sister to win back his throne; a child is lost in the twilight between life and death; and a determined woman undertakes a treacherous journey to protect all she holds dear. Amid plots and counter-plots, tragedy and betrayal, victory and terror, allies and enemies, the fate of the Starks hangs perilously in the balance, as each side endeavors to win that deadliest of conflicts: the game of thrones.

Unparalleled in scope and execution, A Game of Thrones is one of those rare reading experiences that catch you up from the opening pages, won’t let you go until the end, and leave you yearning for more.


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NOW THE ACCLAIMED HBO SERIES GAME OF THRONESFrom a master of contemporary fantasy comes the first novel of a landmark series unlike any you’ve ever read before. With A Game of Thrones, George R. R. Martin has launched a genuine masterpiece, bringing together the best the genre has to offer. Mystery, intrigue, romance, and adventure fil...

George R. R. Martin is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of many novels, including the acclaimed series A Song of Ice and Fire—A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance with Dragons—as well as Tuf Voyaging, Fevre Dream, The Armageddon Rag, Dying of the Light, Windhaven (with Lisa Tutt...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:720 pages, 9.2 × 6.1 × 1.2 inPublished:March 22, 2011Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Epic! This book is far too large (807 pages) and has far too many characters (close to one billion) to give it a proper description. If you don't know anything about A Game of Thrones, all you need to know is there is a land with seven kingdoms where summers last for years, but winter is coming and so is war. The current King overthrew his predecessor and when he dies, there are multiple claims to the throne. This book has love, war, deception, humour, death (lots of it), birth, magic, dragons, and so much more. Don't be put off by the magic and dragons if you aren't usually in to that, these elements in the book are minimal. The book reads like historical fiction and Martin makes you believe that this time really could have existed. Really, there's no other way to describe the book, and I'm sure the entire series, as epic. LOVED IT!
Date published: 2012-09-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent I loved it. It was more in depth than the show, you understand more of what's happening without being too confused. Well written, he gives each character such diverse personality, if you forget who the character is by name you will remember by the way they speak.
Date published: 2012-07-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from WOW I am going to start this review with a disclaimer: I am not a fan of fantasy novels. Now I am going to contradict myself: I loved this book. Okay, with that out of the way where does one even begin to summarize the massive tome of a story? In the land of the Seven Kingdoms there are two prominent ruling families; the Starks and the Lannisters. The battle to rule on the Iron Throne has been ongoing. As Publisher’s Weekly wrote, “some fight with sword and mace, others with magic and poison”. Lord Stark of Winterfell and his family have lived a rather idyllic life until he is summoned south to become “the hand of the king”. Although plots and schemes to dispose of the king run rampant, the king is felled by a wild boar. As the queen and her children plot to take the throne Lord Stark is accused of treason and the war begins. The book is written in sections, each headed by the name of the character propelling the story forward. Sometimes I find this a little off-putting when reading but in this case I found myself coming to a new chapter and thinking, “YES!! I’ve been wondering what happened to him/her while the rest of the story was being told”. Many have compared this book to other epic fantasy novels. Not being a constant reader of the genre I cannot make similar comparisons. This book had a very medieval feel to it so my closest comparison would be Ken Follet’s Pillars of the Earth and World Without End. Yes, if you were to cross those two books with Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Mists of Avalon it would be a fair description. Kingdoms, knights, swords, dwarves, wolves and castles mixed with a little bit of magic, witchery and dragons. I am looking forward to reading the second book in the series.
Date published: 2012-06-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Master Piece of Litterature A Song of Ice and Fire is probably one of the most breathtaking, dark fantasy series ever written. In my opinion, its place is alongside giant such as Lord of The Ring. A Game of Thrones, the first book of the series, manages to beautifully introduce the reader to a complex world, where the line between good and evil is often thinner than the edge of a sword. While this novel can prove itself quite a challenge for new readers, it’s a must read for any medieval science fiction adept. To me, the real strength of this book is that even at the end, I couldn’t say for sure who the main protagonist was. Indeed, this tale manages to connect you to a great variety of characters, some good, some less, but all so very human. To describe briefly the scenario of this story, the books follows the lives and actions of different people on their quest for power, such as the title suggest. The best sentence to describe this book is a line uttered by Cercei Lanister in a verbal duel with Lord Stark: “In the game of Thrones, you win or you die”. This book has found a nice resting place on my shelves, until the next time the urge to read such quality work takes me again.
Date published: 2012-04-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pretty good I really enjoyed this book and can’t wait to start the next one. The only thing is that this book took up way too much of my time. I don’t know if I have all of a sudden become a slow reader, but if any book takes over 15 days to read, there must be a problem. Almost a month it took me! Unbelievable! I am ashamed with myself. There were many characters but they were easily distinguishable. I loved every moment of reading. Daenerys was my favourite. Loved the knights, the war, the blood and the lust. Will take a break until the next one though. I read in occurance to the series on TV: Episode 1: Pages 0 - 108 Episode 2&3: Pages 109 - 236 Episode 4: Pages 237 - 304 Episode 5: Pages 305 - 384 Episode 6: Pages 385 - 500 Episode 7: Pages 501 - 594 Episode 8: Pages 595 - 674 Episode 9: Pages 675 - 728 Episode 10: Pages 729 - 807
Date published: 2011-08-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from EXCELLENT This book needs serious concentration and as of the arrival of the book, I have not been able to give it that concentration. I am looking forward to a quiet spell of reading. what I read so far is intriguing and takes you to that "other" time and place. Really like it so far. CGB
Date published: 2011-04-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great series Love these books!
Date published: 2011-03-28

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The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement. This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers to see the king's justice done. It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran's life.The man had been taken outside a small holdfast in the hills. Robb thought he was a wildling, his sword sworn to Mance Rayder, the King-beyond-the-Wall. It made Bran's skin prickle to think of it. He remembered the hearth tales Old Nan told them. The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slavers and slayers and thieves. They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns. And their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half-human children.But the man they found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awaiting the king's justice was old and scrawny, not much taller than Robb. He had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and he dressed all in black, the same as a brother of the Night's Watch, except that his furs were ragged and greasy.The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in the cold morning air as his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and dragged before them. Robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses, with Bran between them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend that he'd seen all this before. A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate. Over their heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.Bran's father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest. He had taken off Father's face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell.There were questions asked and answers given there in the chill of morning, but afterward Bran could not recall much of what had been said. Finally his lord father gave a command, and two of his guardsmen dragged the ragged man to the ironwood stump in the center of the square. They forced his head down onto the hard black wood. Lord Eddard Stark dismounted and his ward Theon Greyjoy brought forth the sword. "Ice," that sword was called. It was as wide across as a man's hand, and taller even than Robb. The blade was Valyrian steel, spell-forged and dark as smoke. Nothing held an edge like Valyrian steel.His father peeled off his gloves and handed them to Jory Cassel, the captain of his household guard. He took hold of Ice with both hands and said, "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to die." He lifted the great sword high above his head.Bran's bastard brother Jon Snow moved closer. "Keep the pony well in hand," he whispered. "And don't look away. Father will know if you do."Bran kept his pony well in hand, and did not look away.His father took off the man's head with a single sure stroke. Blood sprayed out across the snow, as red as summerwine. One of the horses reared and had to be restrained to keep from bolting. Bran could not take his eyes off the blood. The snows around the stump drank it eagerly, reddening as he watched.The head bounced off a thick root and rolled. It came up near Greyjoy's feet. Theon was a lean, dark youth of nineteen who found everything amusing. He laughed, put his boot on the head,and kicked it away."Ass," Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear. He put a hand on Bran's shoulder, and Bran looked over at his bastard brother. "You did well," Jon told him solemnly. Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice.It seemed colder on the long ride back to Winterfell, though the wind had died by then and the sun was higher in the sky. Bran rode with his brothers, well ahead of the main party, his pony struggling hard to keep up with their horses."The deserter died bravely," Robb said. He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother's coloring, the fair skin, red-brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun. "He had courage, at the least.""No," Jon Snow said quietly. "It was not courage. This one was dead of fear. You could see it in his eyes, Stark." Jon's eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see. He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike. Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.Robb was not impressed. "The Others take his eyes," he swore. "He died well. Race you to the bridge?""Done," Jon said, kicking his horse forward. Robb cursed and followed, and they galloped off down the trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent and intent. The hooves of their horses kicked up showers of snow as they went.Bran did not try to follow. His pony could not keep up. He had seen the ragged man's eyes, and he was thinking of them now. After a while, the sound of Robb's laughter receded, and the woods grew silent again.That was when Jon reappeared on the crest of the hill before them. He waved and shouted down at them. "Father, Bran, come quickly, see what Robb has found!" Then he was gone again.Jory rode up beside them. "Trouble, my lord?""Beyond a doubt," his lord father said. "Come, let us see what mischief my sons have rooted out now." He sent his horse into a trot. Jory and Bran and the rest came after.They found Robb on the riverbank north of the bridge, with Jon still mounted beside him. The late summer snows had been heavy this moonturn. Robb stood knee-deep in white, his hood pulled back so the sun shone in his hair. He was cradling something in his arm, while the boys talked in hushed, excited voices.The riders picked their way carefully through the drifts, groping for solid footing on the hidden, uneven ground. Jory Cassel and Theon Greyjoy were the first to reach the boys. Greyjoy was laughing and joking as he rode. Bran heard the breath go out of him. "Gods!" he exclaimed, struggling to keep control of his horse as he reached for his sword.Jory's sword was already out. "Robb, get away from it!" he called as his horse reared under him.Robb grinned and looked up from the bundle in his arms. "She can't hurt you," he said. "She's dead, Jory."Bran was afire with curiosity by then. He would have spurred the pony faster, but his father made them dismount beside the bridge and approach on foot. Bran jumped off and ran.By then Jon, Jory, and Theon Greyjoy had all dismounted as well. "What in the seven hells is it?" Greyjoy was saying."A wolf," Robb told him."A freak," Greyjoy said. "Look at the size of it."Bran's heart was thumping in his chest as he pushed through a waist-high drift to his brothers' side.Half-buried in blood stained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death. Ice had formed in its shaggy grey fur, and the faint smell of corruption clung to it like a woman's perfume. Bran glimpsed blind eyes crawling with maggots, a wide mouth full of yellowed teeth. But it was the size of it that made him gasp. It was bigger than his pony, twice the size of the largest hound in his father's kennel."It's no freak," Jon said calmly. "That's a direwolf. They grow larger than the other kind."Theon Greyjoy said, "There's not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years.""I see one now," Jon replied.Bran tore his eyes away from the monster. That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb's arms. He gave a cry of delight and moved closer. The pup was a tiny ball of grey-black fur, its eyes still closed. It nuzzled blindly against Robb's chest as he cradled it, searching for milk among his leathers, making a sad little whimpery sound. Bran reached out hesitantly. "Go on,"Robb told him. "You can touch him."Bran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, "Here you go." His half brother put a second pup into his arms. "There are five of them." Bran sat down in the snow and hugged the wolf pup to his face. Its fur was soft and warm against his cheek."Direwolves loose in the realm, after so many years," muttered Hullen, the master of horse. "I like it not.""It is a sign," Jory said.Father frowned. "This is only a dead animal, Jory," he said. Yet he seemed troubled. Snow crunched under his boots as he moved around the body. "Do we know what killed her?""There's something in the throat," Robb told him, proud to have found the answer before his father even asked. "There, just under the jaw."His father knelt and groped under the beast's head with his hand. He gave a yank and held it up for all to see. A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood.A sudden silence descended over the party. The men looked at the antler uneasily, and no one dared to speak. Even Bran could sense their fear, though he did not understand.His father tossed the antler to the side and cleansed his hands in the snow. "I'm surprised she lived long enough to whelp," he said. His voice broke the spell."Maybe she didn't," Jory said. "I've heard tales . . . maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came.""Born with the dead," another man put in. "Worse luck.""No matter," said Hullen. "They be dead soon enough too."Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay."The sooner the better," Theon Greyjoy agreed. He drew his sword. "Give the beast here, Bran."The little thing squirmed against him, as if it heard and understood. "No!" Bran cried out fiercely. "It's mine.""It be a mercy to kill them," Hullen said.Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow. "Hullen speaks truly, son. Better a swift death than a hard one from cold and starvation.""No!" He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away. He did not want to cry in front of his father."Lord Stark," Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. "There are five pups," he told Father. "Three male, two female.""What of it, Jon?""You have five true born children," Jon said. "Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord."Bran saw his father's face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.Their father understood as well. "You want no pup for yourself, Jon?" he asked softly."The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark," Jon pointed out. "I am no Stark, Father."Their lord father regarded Jon thoughtfully. Robb rushed into the silence he left. "I will nurse him myself, Father," he promised. "I will soak a towel with warm milk, and give him suck from that.""Me too!" Bran echoed.The lord weighed his sons long and carefully with his eyes. "Easy to say, and harder to do. I will not have you wasting the servants' time with this. If you want these pups, you will feed them yourselves. Is that understood?"Bran nodded eagerly. The pup squirmed in his grasp, lickedat his face with a warm tongue.It was not until they were mounted and on their way that Bran allowed himself to taste the sweet air of victory. By then, his pup was snuggled inside his leathers, warm against him, safe for the long ride home. Bran was wondering what to name him.Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly."What is it, Jon?" their lord father asked."Can't you hear it?"Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else."There," Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling."He must have crawled away from the others," Jon said."Or been driven away," their father said, looking at the sixth pup. His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind."An albino," Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement. "This one will die even faster than the others."Jon Snow gave his father's ward a long, chilling look. "I think not, Greyjoy," he said. "This one belongs to me."

Editorial Reviews

"The major fantasy of the decade . . . compulsively readable."—Denver Post"We have been invited to a grand feast and pageant: George R.R. Martin has unveiled for us an intensely realized, romantic but realistic world."—Chicago Sun-Times"A Best Book of 1996: Martin makes a triumphant return to high fantasy . . . [with] superbly developed characters, accomplished prose, and sheer bloodymindedness."—Publishers Weekly, starred review"A splendid saga . . . . Inventive and intricately plotted."—BookPage "Magic . . . George R.R.Martin's first fantasy epic [is set] well above the norms of the genre."—Locus"Such a splendid tale and such a fantasticorical! I read my eyes out and couldn't stop 'til I finished and it was dawn."—Anne McCaffreyFrom the Paperback edition.