A Dance With Dragons
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Джордж Р. Р. Мартин. A Dance With Dragons
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Dedication
A CAVIL ON CHRONOLOGY
MAPS
PROLOGUE
TYRION
DAENERYS
JON
BRAN
TYRION
THE MERCHANT’S MAN
JON
TYRION
DAVOS
JON
DAENERYS
REEK
BRAN
TYRION
DAVOS
DAENERYS
JON
TYRION
DAVOS
REEK
JON
TYRION
DAENERYS
THE LOST LORD
THE WINDBLOWN
THE WAYWARD BRIDE
TYRION
JON
DAVOS
DAENERYS
MELISANDRE
REEK
TYRION
BRAN
JON
DAENERYS
THE PRINCE OF WINTERFELL
THE WATCHER
JON
TYRION
THE TURNCLOAK
THE KING’S PRIZE
DAENERYS
JON
THE BLIND GIRL
A GHOST IN WINTERFELL
TYRION
JAIME
JON
DAENERYS
THEON
DAENERYS
JON
CERSEI
THE QUEENSGUARD
THE IRON SUITOR
TYRION
JON
THE DISCARDED KNIGHT
THE SPURNED SUITOR
THE GRIFFIN REBORN
THE SACRIFICE
VICTARION
THE UGLY LITTLE GIRL
CERSEI
TYRION
THE KINGBREAKER
THE DRAGONTAMER
JON
THE QUEEN’S HAND
DAENERYS
EPILOGUE
APPENDIX THE KINGS AND THEIR COURTS
THE BOY KING
THE KING AT THE WALL
KING OF THE ISLES AND THE NORTH
OTHER HOUSES GREAT AND SMALL
HOUSE ARRYN
HOUSE BARATHEON
HOUSE FREY
HOUSE LANNISTER
HOUSE MARTELL
HOUSE STARK
HOUSE TULLY
HOUSE TYRELL
THE SWORN BROTHERS OF THE NIGHT’S WATCH
THE WILDLINGS, OR THE FREE FOLK
BEYOND THE WALL
ESSOS BEYOND THE NARROW SEA
IN BRAAVOS
IN OLD VOLANTIS
ON SLAVER’S BAY
THE QUEEN ACROSS THE WATER
THE SELLSWORDS MEN AND WOMEN OF THE FREE COMPANIES
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
THE GREAT GAME OF THRONES CONTINUES …
THEON
About the Author
Praise for A Song of Ice and Fire:
By George R.R. Martin
About the Publisher
Отрывок из книги
It has been a while between books, I know. So a reminder may be in order.
The book you hold in your hands is the fifth volume of A Song of Ice and Fire. The fourth volume was A Feast for Crows. However, this volume does not follow that one in the traditional sense, so much as run in tandem with it.
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“Here as well.” Illyrio Mopatis reached for his wine cup. “Yet when a guest plainly wishes to end his own life, why, his host must oblige him, no?” He took a gulp. “Magister Ordello was poisoned by a mushroom not half a year ago. The pain is not so much, I am told. Some cramping in the gut, a sudden ache behind the eyes, and it is done. Better a mushroom than a sword through your neck, is it not so? Why die with the taste of blood in your mouth when it could be butter and garlic?”
The dwarf studied the dish before him. The smell of garlic and butter had his mouth watering. Some part of him wanted those mushrooms, even knowing what they were. He was not brave enough to take cold steel to his own belly, but a bite of mushroom would not be so hard. That frightened him more than he could say. “You mistake me,” he heard himself say.
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