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A Storm of Swords: A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Three

A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Three

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George R.R. Martin

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Beschreibung

THE BOOK BEHIND THE THIRD SEASON OF GAME OF THRONES, AN ORIGINAL SERIES NOW ON HBO.

Here is the third volume in George R. R. Martin's magnificent cycle of novels that includes A Game of Thrones and A Clash of Kings. As a whole, this series comprises a genuine masterpiece of modern fantasy, bringing together the best the genre has to offer. Magic, mystery, intrigue, romance, and adventure fill these pages and transport us to a world unlike any we have ever experienced. Already hailed as a classic, George R. R. Martin's stunning series is destined to stand as one of the great achievements of imaginative fiction.

A STORM OF SWORDS

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. . . .

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. . . .

"A riveting continuation of a series whose brilliance continues to dazzle."-Patriot News

"I always expect the best from George R. R. Martin, and he always delivers."-Robert Jordan

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 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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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 1008
Erscheinungsdatum 01.05.2002
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-553-38170-2
Verlag Penguin Random House
Maße (L/B/H) 23.3/15.6/4.8 cm
Gewicht 1024 g

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Geniale Weiterführung der Song of Ice and Fire Reihe
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Grünburg am 13.01.2016
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George Martin gelingt mit diesem Buch ein weiteres Meisterwerk der Fantasy-Literatur. Das Buch ist trotz seiner extrem verworrenen und komplexen Geschichte ohne Mühe auch auf Englisch leicht zu lesen und zu verstehen. Es ist ein Buch, das man, wenn man es erst einmal in die Hand genommen hat, es nicht wieder schafft es wegzule... George Martin gelingt mit diesem Buch ein weiteres Meisterwerk der Fantasy-Literatur. Das Buch ist trotz seiner extrem verworrenen und komplexen Geschichte ohne Mühe auch auf Englisch leicht zu lesen und zu verstehen. Es ist ein Buch, das man, wenn man es erst einmal in die Hand genommen hat, es nicht wieder schafft es wegzulegen, und ehe man sich versieht ist es zwei Uhr morgens. Falls Sie noch zwischen der deutschen und der englischen Version schwanken, entscheiden Sie sich unbedingt für die englische, da sonst ein großer Teil der Genialität von Goerge Martins Schreibstil verloren ginge.

Episch! Einfach nur EPISCH!
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Sulzbach am 04.12.2013
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Wow, ich bin hin und weg! Dieses Buch hat mich mit solch einer Perplexität zurück gelassen, die ich kaum beschreiben kann. George Martin verdient wirklich ein dickes Lob für dieses geniale Werk, für dieses gesamte Konstrukt, diese ganze Welt, die er da erschaffen hat. Mir hat dieses Buch sehr viel besser gefallen als seine Vorgä... Wow, ich bin hin und weg! Dieses Buch hat mich mit solch einer Perplexität zurück gelassen, die ich kaum beschreiben kann. George Martin verdient wirklich ein dickes Lob für dieses geniale Werk, für dieses gesamte Konstrukt, diese ganze Welt, die er da erschaffen hat. Mir hat dieses Buch sehr viel besser gefallen als seine Vorgänger, zumal viele beschriebene Geschehnisse noch gar nicht in der Serie vorkamen, was bedeutet, dass ich richtig (ahnungslos) mitfiebern konnte, wie die Protagonisten durch ihre (lebensgefährlichen) Abenteuer stolpern. Das Buch war dramatisch und mit unerwarteten (und schrecklichen!) Plottwists und gerade, wenn man (also ich) dachte, dass gerade etwas gut lief und es doch so bleiben könnte, wurde alles wieder zerstört. (Warum, Martin, waruuum?) Ansonsten bot der Roman auch einige unglaublich witzige Dialoge (besonders wenn Lady Olenna, Tyrion oder Jaime an ihnen beteiligt waren). Wer Game of Thrones schaut, dem würde ich dringend raten, auch die Bücher zu lesen, da man durch sie noch ein besseres Verständnis für die Charas bekommt und manche einem plötzlich in ganz anderem Licht erscheinen ... Fünf Sterne von mir!

Bisher bestes Buch der Reihe
von einer Kundin/einem Kunden aus Zürich am 14.06.2012
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Nicht dass die Geschichte bis jetzt schlecht gewesen wäre, ganz im Gegenteil! Allerdings übertrifft dieses Buch m.M.n. alle bisher erschiene Bänder. Was mir besonders gefällt, ist dass viele wichtige Entwicklungen bei den Charakteren stattfinden (die Geschichte kommt schnell vorwärts) und dabei einige doch sehr überraschende Wen... Nicht dass die Geschichte bis jetzt schlecht gewesen wäre, ganz im Gegenteil! Allerdings übertrifft dieses Buch m.M.n. alle bisher erschiene Bänder. Was mir besonders gefällt, ist dass viele wichtige Entwicklungen bei den Charakteren stattfinden (die Geschichte kommt schnell vorwärts) und dabei einige doch sehr überraschende Wendepunkte enthalten sind. Dies wird, wie gewohnt, in hohem Niveau erzählt. Vor allem aber, gibt es praktisch keine langatmige Passagen/Kapitel, wie das leider in den nachfolgenden Bücher zum Fall wird.

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  • Prologue

    The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent.

    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.

    "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 wamed her, his breath frosting with every word.

    Lark the Sisterman stood with his arms crossed over his chest ana m~ 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."

    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.

    "Bugger that Old Bear too," said the Sistemman, a thin man with sharp features and nervous eyes. "Mormont will be dead before daybreak, remember? Who cares what he likes?"

    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?"

    "You think he'll let us be?" said Lark. "He'll hunt us down. You want to be hunted, you great muttonhead?"

    "No," said Small Paul. "I don't want that. I don't."

    "So you'll kill him?" said Lark.

    "Yes." The huge man stamped the butt of his spear on the frozen riverbank. "I will. He shouldn't hunt us."

    The Sisterman took his hands from his ammpits and tumed to Chett. "We need to kill all the officers, I say."

    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."

    "Third watch," the big man said, through hair and frozen snot. "Me and Softfoot. I remember, Chett."

    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.

    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 discover why the wildlings were leaving their