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A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 1) [Format Kindle]

George R. R. Martin
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Readers of epic fantasy series are: (1) patient--they are left in suspense between each volume, (2) persistent--they reread or at least review the previous book(s) when a new installment comes out, (3) strong--these 700-page doorstoppers are heavy, and (4) mentally agile--they follow a host of characters through a myriad of subplots. In A Game of Thrones, the first book of a projected six, George R.R. Martin rewards readers with a vividly real world, well-drawn characters, complex but coherent plotting, and beautifully constructed prose, which Locus called "well above the norms of the genre."

Martin's Seven Kingdoms resemble England during the Wars of the Roses, with the Stark and Lannister families standing in for the Yorks and Lancasters. The story of these two families and their struggle to control the Iron Throne dominates the foreground; in the background is a huge, ancient wall marking the northern border, beyond which barbarians, ice vampires, and direwolves menace the south as years-long winter advances. Abroad, a dragon princess lives among horse nomads and dreams of fiery reconquest.

There is much bloodshed, cruelty, and death, but A Game of Thrones is nevertheless compelling; it garnered a Nebula nomination and won the 1996 Locus Award for Best Fantasy Novel. So, on to A Clash of Kings! --Nona Vero


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."

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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Sombre, violent, prenant 15 octobre 2012
Le 1er tome de la saga "A song of ice and fire" nous plonge dans un univers médiéval composé de plusieurs royaumes unifiés par un souverain unique, le roi Robert Baratheon. Ce dernier vient chercher l'aide de son compagnon de guerre, Eddard STARK et une bonne partie de ce premier tome nous présente une multitude de personnages gravitant autour de la famille Stark.

L'auteur fait le choix d'une narration "déstructurée" qui m'a désarçonnée de prime abord: chaque chapitre porte le nom d'un personnage et de ce fait il faut parfois attendre plusieurs chapitres avant de retrouver le personnage qui était évidemment dans une position délicate. Il n'y a pas 2/3 personnages principaux mais plutôt une dizaine. C'est une gestion du suspens assez pénible.

Autour de cette dizaine de personnages principaux gravitent une multitude de personnages secondaires : les chevaliers, les familles royales, les domestiques, les compagnons improbables et il est parfois difficile de s'y retrouver. Heureusement qu'il y a une carte des royaumes et un glossaire...

J'ai lu ce 1er tome avec beaucoup de plaisir: c'est foisonnant, ingénieux, barbare aussi mais j'ai terminé le livre avec une interrogation: cette violence (on ne compte pas les meurtres, les viols, les attaques), cette absence de côté romantique (George R Martin penche plutôt du côté des ultra-réalistes: tout le monde finira sûrement par mourir, la seule question étant quand et comment?)vont-elles me lasser, moi qui adore m'attacher à un personnage en sachant que, quelles que soient les épreuves qu'il traversera, il finira par triompher?
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Génial 15 avril 2012
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J'ai décidé d'acheter ce livre après avoir vu la série d'HBO, e je ne regrette absolument pas. Autant j'aodre la série, autant le livre est encore meilleur ! Pour les franophones qui hésiteraient à acheter ce livre en anglais, n'hésitez plus. Il se lit très facilement, sauf si votre niveau d'anglais est vraiment moyen =)
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Phénoménale odyssée 3 janvier 2013
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Une aventure phénoménale dans un univers médiéval et fantastique. Du très lourd.
Des personnages complexes et crédibles avec leurs parts de ténèbres, d'ambivalences, de doutes...
De multiples intrigues qui tiennent en haleine, un récit dense et complexe qui ne perd jamais le lecteur dans des circonvolutions inutiles, pas trop de sexe et de violence (nettement moins que la série TV).
La plume est particulièrement efficace (je fais référence à la version anglaise) et colle parfaitement au récit.
La structure du récit ajoute grandement de la valeur au livre car chaque chapitre change de point de vue en nous mettant dans les souliers (ou dans l'armure) des différents personnages principaux. Une odyssée riche et dense qui se déguste lentement. MERCI Monsieur Martin.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Un grand roman 1 août 2014
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Tellement a été dit et écrit sur GoT, mais même si je ne vais pas pouvoir ajouter quoi que ce soit de neuf, le livre mérite bien que je fasse une review rien que pour lui donner 5 étoiles.

Je n'ai lu la saga qu'en anglais, mais compte jeter un oeil plus tard sur la traduction française, qui n'a vraiment pas dû être simple à cause du style quand même très littéraire de Martin.
Pour ceux qui chercheraient un roman pour améliorer leur anglais, celui-ci est approprié mais nécessite d'être déjà à l'aise avec la langue (et d'avoir la volonté de lire quelques 900 pages en anglais...).

Ce premier tome est d'une complexité déjà surprenante pour un début de saga, mais Martin sait disséminer ça et là ses infos de manière à ce que l'on découvre le passé historique du royaume de Westeros ainsi que sa culture, ses traditions, ses habitants au fil de notre lecture, comme un puzzle se reconstituant de plus en plus au lieu d'avoir une étouffante masse d'infos.

La force de la saga et ce dès ce premier tome est la profondeur des personnages, très nombreux, variés et particulièrement bien croqués: impossible de ne pas s'attacher à eux. Chaque chapitre porte le nom d'un personnage dont il adoptera le point de vue.

Le monde imaginé par Martin est également vaste et varié, et nombres de détails le rendent extrèmement vivant (détails sur des pratiques culturelles, religieuses, sur des évènements historiques, sur des légendes, etc).
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 An excellent read 22 avril 2002
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"A Song of Ice and Fire" is simply a brilliant fantasy series. It's quite different from the
usual fantasy series where the good guys always win in the end and never die and where there is a
clear difference between the good guys and the bad ones. In "A Song of Ice and Fire" there is no
perfect hero that wins all the time, sometimes the good guy dies (so don't get too attached...)
and the bad guys aren't always bad, they might even turn almost nice after a while... So all in all,
it's quite realistic and totally unpredictable (I have no idea who's going to win in the end, if
anyone wins at all).
In "A Game of Thrones" we meet the family of Winterfell. The father Eddard is made the Hand of the King
and becomes involved in the complicated game of thrones in the capital where every family is
plotting to come closer to the throne. Eddard being a man of principles will find it hard to
keep up with the not so honest plotters...
It's an excellent read, I highly recommend it!
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