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A Dance with Dragons (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 5) Kindle Ausgabe
#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • THE BOOK BEHIND THE FIFTH SEASON OF THE ACCLAIMED HBO SERIES GAME OF THRONES
Don’t miss the thrilling sneak peek of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire: Book Six, The Winds of Winter
Dubbed “the American Tolkien” by Time magazine, George R. R. Martin has earned international acclaim for his monumental cycle of epic fantasy. Now the #1 New York Times bestselling author delivers the fifth book in his landmark series—as both familiar faces and surprising new forces vie for a foothold in a fragmented empire.
A DANCE WITH DRAGONS
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: BOOK FIVE
In the aftermath of a colossal battle, the future of the Seven Kingdoms hangs in the balance—beset by newly emerging threats from every direction. In the east, Daenerys Targaryen, the last scion of House Targaryen, rules with her three dragons as queen of a city built on dust and death. But Daenerys has thousands of enemies, and many have set out to find her. As they gather, one young man embarks upon his own quest for the queen, with an entirely different goal in mind.
Fleeing from Westeros with a price on his head, Tyrion Lannister, too, is making his way to Daenerys. But his newest allies in this quest are not the rag-tag band they seem, and at their heart lies one who could undo Daenerys’s claim to Westeros forever.
Meanwhile, to the north lies the mammoth Wall of ice and stone—a structure only as strong as those guarding it. There, Jon Snow, 998th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, will face his greatest challenge. For he has powerful foes not only within the Watch but also beyond, in the land of the creatures of ice.
From all corners, bitter conflicts reignite, intimate betrayals are perpetrated, and a grand cast of outlaws and priests, soldiers and skinchangers, nobles and slaves, will face seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Some will fail, others will grow in the strength of darkness. But in a time of rising restlessness, the tides of destiny and politics will lead inevitably to the greatest dance of all.
Praise for A Dance with Dragons
“Filled with vividly rendered set pieces, unexpected turnings, assorted cliffhangers and moments of appalling cruelty, A Dance with Dragons is epic fantasy as it should be written: passionate, compelling, convincingly detailed and thoroughly imagined.”—The Washington Post
“Long live George Martin . . . a literary dervish, enthralled by complicated characters and vivid language, and bursting with the wild vision of the very best tale tellers.”—The New York Times
“One of the best series in the history of fantasy.”—Los Angeles Times
- SpracheEnglisch
- HerausgeberBantam
- Erscheinungstermin12. Juli 2011
- Dateigröße6764 KB
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Praise for A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE:
'In the grand epic fantasy tradition, Martin is by far the best … tense, surging, insomnia-inflicting' Time Magazine
‘An absorbing, exciting read … Martin’s style is so vivid that you will be hooked within a few pages’ The Times
‘The sheer mind-boggling scope of this epic has sent other fantasy writers away shaking their heads …Its ambition: to construct the Twelve Caesars of fantasy fiction, with characters so venomous they could eat the Borgias’
Guardian
‘Colossal, staggering … Martin captures all the intoxicating complexity of the Wars of the Roses or Imperial Rome in his imaginary world … The writing is always powerful …' SFX
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NAMED ONE OF PASTE'S BEST FANTASY BOOKS OF THE DECADE
Dubbed "the American Tolkien" by Time magazine, George R. R. Martin has earned international acclaim for his monumental cycle of epic fantasy. Now the #1 New York Times bestselling author delivers the fifth book in his landmark series-as both familiar faces and surprising new forces vie for a foothold in a fragmented empire.
A DANCE WITH DRAGONS
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE: BOOK FIVE
In the aftermath of a colossal battle, the future of the Seven Kingdoms hangs in the balance-beset by newly emerging threats from every direction. In the east, Daenerys Targaryen, the last scion of House Targaryen, rules with her three dragons as queen of a city built on dust and death. But Daenerys has thousands of enemies, and many have set out to find her. As they gather, one young man embarks upon his own quest for the queen, with an entirely different goal in mind.
Fleeing from Westeros with a price on his head, Tyrion Lannister, too, is making his way to Daenerys. But his newest allies in this quest are not the rag-tag band they seem, and at their heart lies one who could undo Daenerys's claim to Westeros forever.
Meanwhile, to the north lies the mammoth Wall of ice and stone-a structure only as strong as those guarding it. There, Jon Snow, 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, will face his greatest challenge. For he has powerful foes not only within the Watch but also beyond, in the land of the creatures of ice.
From all corners, bitter conflicts reignite, intimate betrayals are perpetrated, and a grand cast of outlaws and priests, soldiers and skinchangers, nobles and slaves, will face seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Some will fail, others will grow in the strength of darkness. But in a time of rising restlessness, the tides of destiny and politics will lead inevitably to the greatest dance of all.
Praise for A Dance with Dragons
"Filled with vividly rendered set pieces, unexpected turnings, assorted cliffhangers and moments of appalling cruelty, A Dance with Dragons is epic fantasy as it should be written: passionate, compelling, convincingly detailed and thoroughly imagined."-The Washington Post
"Long live George Martin . . . a literary dervish, enthralled by complicated characters and vivid language, and bursting with the wild vision of the very best tale tellers."-The New York Times
"One of the best series in the history of fantasy."-Los Angeles Times
Über die Autorenschaft und weitere Mitwirkende
George R.R. Martin is the author of fifteen novels and novellas, including five volumes of A Song of Ice and Fire, several collections of short stories, as well as screenplays for television and feature films. Dubbed ‘the American Tolkien’, George R.R. Martin has won numerous awards including the World Fantasy Lifetime Achievement Award. He is an Executive Producer on HBO’s Emmy Award-winning Game of Thrones, which is based on his A Song of Ice and Fire series. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
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He drank his way across the narrow sea.
The ship was small and his cabin smaller, and the captain would not allow him abovedecks. The rocking of the deck beneath his feet made his stomach heave, and the wretched food they served him tasted even worse when retched back up. Besides, why did he need salt beef, hard cheese, and bread crawling with worms when he had wine to nourish him? It was red and sour, very strong. He sometimes heaved the wine up too, but there was always more. "The world is full of wine," he muttered in the dankness of his cabin. His father had never had any use for drunkards, but what did that matter? His father was dead. He ought to know; he'd killed him. A bolt in the belly, my lord, and all for you. If only I was better with a crossbow, I would have put it through that cock you made me with, you bloody bastard.
Below decks there was neither night nor day. Tyrion marked time by the comings and goings of the cabin boy who brought the meals he did not eat. The boy always brought a brush and bucket too, to clean up. "Is this Dornish wine?" Tyrion asked him once, as he pulled a stopper from a skin. "It reminds me of a certain snake I knew. A droll fellow, till a mountain fell on him."
The cabin boy did not answer. He was an ugly boy, though admittedly more comely than a certain dwarf with half a nose and a scar from eye to chin. "Have I offended you?" Tyrion asked the sullen, silent boy, as he was scrubbing. "Were you commanded not to talk to me? Or did some dwarf diddle your mother?"
That went unanswered too. This is pointless, he knew, but he must speak to someone or go mad, so he persisted. "Where are we sailing? Tell me that." Jaime had made mention of the Free Cities, but had never said which one. "Is it Braavos? Tyrosh? Myr?" Tyrion would sooner have gone to Dorne. Myrcella is older than Tommen, by Dornish law the Iron Throne is hers. I will help her claim her rights, as Prince Oberyn suggested.
Oberyn was dead, though, his head smashed to bloody ruin by the armored fist of Ser Gregor Clegane. And without the Red Viper to urge him on, would Doran Martell even consider such a chancy scheme? He may clap me in chains instead, and hand me back to my sweet sister. The Wall might be safer. Old Bear Mormont said the Night's Watch had need of men like Tyrion. Mormont may be dead, though. By now Slynt may be the Lord Commander. That butcher's son was not like to have forgotten who sent him to the Wall. Do I really want to spend the rest of my life eating salt beef and porridge with murderers and thieves? Not that the rest of his life would last very long. Janos Slynt would see to that.
The cabin boy wet his brush and scrubbed on manfully. "Have you ever visited the pleasure houses of Lys?" the dwarf inquired. "Might that be where whores go?" Tyrion could not seem to recall the Valyrian word for whore, and in any case it was too late. The boy tossed his brush back in his bucket and took his leave.
The wine has blurred my wits. He had learned to read High Valyrian at his maester's knee, though what they spoke in the Nine Free Cities... well, it was not so much a dialect as nine dialects on the way to becoming separate tongues. Tyrion had some Braavosi and a smattering of Myrish. In Tyrosh he should be able to curse the gods, call a man a cheat, and order up an ale, thanks to a sellsword he had once known at the Rock. At least in Dorne they spea the Common Tongue. Like Dornish food and Dornish law, Dornish speech was spiced with the flavors of the Rhoyne, but a man could comprehend it. Dorne, yes, Dorne for me. He crawled into his bunk, clutching that thought like a child with a doll.
Sleep had never come easily to Tyrion Lannister. Aboard that ship it seldom came at all, though from time to time he managed to drink sufficient wine to pass out for a while. At least he did not dream. He had dreamt enough for one small life. And of such follies: love, justice, friendship, glory. As well dream of being tall. It was all beyond his reach, Tyrion knew now. But he did not know where whores go.
"Wherever whores go," his father had said. His last words, and what words they were. The crossbow thrummed, Lord Tywin sat back down, and Tyrion Lannister found himself waddling through the darkness with Varys at his side. He must have clambered back down the shaft, two hundred and thirty rungs to where orange embers glowed in the mouth of an iron dragon. He remembered none of it. Only the sound the crossbow made, and the stink of his father's bowels opening. Even in his dying, he found a way to shit on me.
Varys had escorted him through the tunnels, but they never spoke until they emerged beside the Blackwater, where Tyrion had won a famous victory and lost a nose. That was when the dwarf turned to the eunuch and said, "I've killed my father," in the same tone a man might use to say, "I've stubbed my toe." The master of whisperers had been dressed as a begging brother, in a moth-eaten robe of brown roughspun with a cowl that shadowed his smooth fat cheeks and bald round head. "You should not have climbed that ladder," he said reproachfully.
"Wherever whores go." Tyrion warned his father not to say that word. If I had not loosed, he would have seen my threats were empty. He would have taken the crossbow from my hands, as once he took Tysha from my arms. He was rising when I killed him. "I killed Shae too," he confessed to Varys.
"You knew what she was."
"I did. But I never knew what he was."
Varys tittered. "And now you do."
I should have killed the eunuch as well. A little more blood on his hands, what would it matter? He could not say what had stayed his dagger. Not gratitude. Varys had saved him from a headsman's sword, but only because Jaime had compelled him. Jaime... no, better not to think of Jaime.
He found a fresh skin of wine instead, and sucked at it as if it were a woman's breast. The sour red ran down his chin and soaked through his soiled tunic, the same one he had been wearing in his cell. He sucked until the wine was gone. The deck was swaying beneath his feet, and when he tried to rise it lifted sideways and smashed him hard against a bulkhead. A storm, he realized, or else I am even drunker than I knew. He retched the wine up and lay in it a while, wondering if the ship would sink.
Is this your vengeance, Father? Have the Father Above made you his Hand? "Such are the wages of the kinslayer," he said as the wind howled outside. It did not seem fair to drown the cabin boy and the captain and all the rest for something he had done, but when had the gods ever been fair? And around about then, the darkness gulped him down
When he stirred again, his head felt like to burst and the ship was spinning round in dizzy circles, though the captain was insisting that they'd come to port. Tyrion told him to be quiet, and kicked feebly as a huge bald sailor tucked him under one arm and carried him squirming to the hold, where an empty wine cask awaited him. It was a squat little cask, and a tight fit even for a dwarf. Tyrion pissed himself in his struggles, for all the good it did. He was up crammed face first into the cask with his knees pushed up against his ears. The stub of his nose itched horribly, but his arms were pinned so tightly that he could not reach to scratch it. A palanquin fit for a man of my stature, he thought as they hammered shut the lid and hoisted him up. He could hear voices shouting as he was jounced along. Every bounce cracked his head against the bottom of the cask. The world went round and round as the cask rolled downward, then stopped with a sudden crash that made him want to scream. Another cask slammed into his, and Tyrion bit his tongue.
That was the longest...
Produktinformation
- ASIN : B003YL4LYI
- Herausgeber : Bantam; 1st Edition (12. Juli 2011)
- Sprache : Englisch
- Dateigröße : 6764 KB
- Text-to-Speech (Vorlesemodus) : Aktiviert
- Screenreader : Unterstützt
- Verbesserter Schriftsatz : Aktiviert
- X-Ray : Aktiviert
- Word Wise : Aktiviert
- Haftnotizen : Auf Kindle Scribe
- Seitenzahl der Print-Ausgabe : 1201 Seiten
- ISBN-Quelle für Seitenzahl : 0008115443
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 61,465 in Kindle-Shop (Siehe Top 100 in Kindle-Shop)
- Nr. 283 in Science Fiction Abenteuer (englischsprachig)
- Nr. 1,631 in Fantasy (englischsprachig)
- Nr. 1,944 in Abenteuer - Science-Fiction
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George Raymond Richard Martin wurde 1948 in New Jersey geboren. Sein Bestseller-Epos »Das Lied von Eis und Feuer« wurde als die vielfach ausgezeichnete Fernsehserie »Game of Thrones« verfilmt. 2022 folgt der HBO-Blockbuster »House of the Dragon«, welcher auf dem Werk »Feuer und Blut« basiert. George R.R. Martin wurde u.a. sechsmal der Hugo Award, zweimal der Nebula Award, dreimal der World Fantasy Award (u.a. für sein Lebenswerk und besondere Verdienste um die Fantasy) und fünfzehnmal der Locus Award verliehen. 2013 errang er den ersten Platz beim Deutschen Phantastik Preis für den Besten Internationalen Roman. Er lebt heute mit seiner Frau in New Mexico.
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Viele Schreiben, dass in diesem Band nicht viel passiert ist. Ich bin eher der Meinung, dass nicht viel von dem passiert ist, was man erwartet hat. Die Geschichte ist vielleicht nicht ganz so weit vorangeschritten, wie es hätte sein können, aber dafür ist sie um so mehr "in die Breite gewachsen". Es kamen neue Charaktere hinzu, die aber nicht wahllos irgendwo rangeklatscht werden, sondern sich nahtlos in den bisherigen Verlauf einfügen. Ich habe mir überlegt, warum man das Gefühl hat, dass die Geschichte nicht vorangeht, und ich denke, das liegt größtenteils daran, dass die Geschehnisse im fünften Band zu 2/3 oder so parallel zu denen im vierten Band verlaufen. Es war wie ein Puzzle, welches man zur Hälfte zusammengesetzt hat. Man erkennt schon das Motiv und verliert das Interesse daran, weiterzumachen. Dieses Band schafft es nun, all die Löcher im Puzzle zu flicken. Auch hat man endlich was von all den Menschen gelesen, die im vierten Band nicht vorkamen. Warum finde ich dieses Buch, genau wie die Bände davor, so gut?
1) GRRM schafft es wie kaum ein anderer den Leser zu überraschen. Es gab einige Stellen, an denen von einem Satz auf den anderen etwas passierte, wonach ich einfach nur baff war. "What the f..." dachte ich mir nur. Aber so ist SoIaF.
2) Die Story ist wirklich GROß! So viele Charaktere, die sich an den unterschiedlichsten Stellen der Welt befinden, und doch hängt alles zusammen.
3) Es gibt auch hier kein schwarz und weiß. Die Guten sind nicht unfehlbar, die Bösen nicht nur böse. (da gibt es wohl Ausnahmen)
Wenn man sich die Bewertungen so ansieht, dann hätten viele es wohl gern, wenn die Helden mit wehenden Fahnen und am besten noch auf Drachen geritten nach Kings Landing kommen,die bösen Lannisters vertreiben, dann noch einen kurzen Abstecher in den Norden zur Mauer machen und dort die Anderen vertreiben. Und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann leben sie noch heute...
DANN hätte man aber gleich in Storm of Swords Schluss machen können, mit einem abgewandelten Ende. Wer sowas lesen möchte, der möge zu Herr der Ringe oder Eragon oder zu 95% aller anderen Fantasy-Bücher greifen. Da weiß man nach dem ersten viertel, wie es ausgehen wird... Und damit komme ich zum nächsten Punkt, warum ich diese Bücher so liebe: Ich habe nun fünf Bände gelesen, und es ist überhaupt nicht klar, wie es nun enden wird. Jedes mal, wenn ich mir überlege, wie es weitergehen könnte, passiert irgendwas tiefgreifendes, das mich all meine Theorien über Bord werfen lässt.
Am Ende wurden noch einige Stränge lose gelassen, sodass man sich was für die Fortsetzung erhoffen kann. Ich denke auch die Freunde von Action werden da ausgiebig zum Zuge kommen. Ich freue mich schon auf den nächsten Band!
Zunächst hatte ich große Bedenken, nach ca. 5 Jahren Unterbrechung überhaupt noch folgen zu können. Das Problem ist eigentlich noch gravierender, denn im Band "A Feast for Crows" kommen die Hauptpersonen ja praktisch gar nicht vor. Ich habe daher zunächst im Internet (Tower of the Hand und Wikipedia) die überaus komplexe Handlung noch einmal im Rahmen von Zusammenfassungen überflogen und musste gewaltige Erinnerungslücken erkennen, die mich fast aufgeben ließen. Zum Glück hat die Neugier gesiegt, und hier komme ich auf die erste Stärke der Darstellung von GRR Martin zu sprechen: Unaufdringlich, aber sehr effektiv ruft er dem Leser bei jedem Wiedersehen mit den einzelnen Helden kurz den vorangegangnen Handlungsabschnitt und die darin vorkommenden Personen in Erinnerung. Auf diese Weise gelingt der Anschluss problemlos. Wer sich also nicht mehr - wie ich - an Hodor erinnert, wird in Bran's Kapitel rasch mit der Figur noch einmal vertraut usw. Deshalb wage ich fast zu behaupten, dass man sich die Zusammenfassungen im Internet sparen kann.
Hinzu tritt die außergewöhnliche Stimmungsdichte des Bandes, die mir bei "A Feast for Crows" zwischenzeitlich verloren gegangen schien. Schon das allererste Kapitel (ich verrate hier nichts) saugt den Leser förmlich ins Buch und verblüfft durch die düster-fantastische Atmosphäre, und so geht es eigentlich mit abwechselnden Szenarien durch das ganze Buch. Ob die großen Sklavenhändlerstädte beschrieben werden, Wald, Burgverliese, übernatürliche Wesen, Schurken oder Helden: stets gelingt Martin Außergewöhnliches. Auch vermeidet er vordergründige Klischees. Sympathisch erscheinen bisweilen auch Gestalten, die man auf den ersten Blick sofort auf der Schurkenseite verbuchen würde; Gegenbeispiele sind ebenfalls ausreichend vorhanden.
Die dritte Stärke liegt im bruchlosen Weiterführen der Charaktere. Für mich war beeindruckend, dass Martin den Band gleich mit den aus meiner Sicht sympathischsten Helden beginnen lässt: Tyrion, Daenerys und Jon Snow. Ich hatte bereits wieder vergessen, wie sorgfältig diese Charaktere ausgearbeitet sind. Keineswegs ohne Widersprüche nehmen sie den Leser einerseits durch eine illusionslose Ehrlichkeit, andererseits aber auch durch persönlichen Wagemut und Ideenreichtum sofort wieder für sich ein. Dies gilt im kleinen oder großen aber für praktisch alle auftretenden Personen. Dialoge, Begegnungen und Konflikte "sprühen" daher nur so vor Spannung, Geist und Dramatik.
Und deshalb darf ich auf den wichtigsten Punkt kommen: Ich habe nicht den Eindruck, dass die Handlung auf der Stelle tritt und der Leser hingehalten wird - ein Phänomen, dass ja die viele Leser vom Robert-Jordan-Zyklus abspringen ließ. Vielmehr ist deutlich zu erkennen, dass Martin - anders als bei "A Feast for Crows" - wieder Selbstvertrauen gefasst hat und die Handlung in eine bestimmte Richtung lenkt. Praktisch schließt die Handlung an Band 3 an und man könnte den vierten, etwas verunglückten Band daher fast überspringen. Wohin die Reise geht, scheint sich mir jedenfalls anzudeuten; ich will aber hier niemand den Spaß mit Spekulationen verderben, weil diese auf der Handlung des vorliegenden Bandes gründen müssten. Was wichtiger ist: Man kann die Stimmungsdichte des Bandes, die grandiose Charakterzeichnung und die dramatischen Wendungen genießen und sich zugleich darüber freuen, dass das ganze Spektakel noch nicht so schnell zu Ende ist!
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Now, as usual, the packaging was not up to the mark. The corners of the hardcover were bent and there was a slight tear on the spine (which I have fixed by glueing a white paper). I didn't replace it because I wasn't expecting any better and I wasn't prepared for a protracted dance with the seller (who are no less formidable than a dragon). Amazon and many sellers are afflicted by the strange inability to realize that a 1.6 kg book can't be shipped without proper packaging.
Finally, even though my experience with the shipping was less than ideal. I would recommend the hardcover edition wholeheartedly to any reader of A song of ice and fire.
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Now, as usual, the packaging was not up to the mark. The corners of the hardcover were bent and there was a slight tear on the spine (which I have fixed by glueing a white paper). I didn't replace it because I wasn't expecting any better and I wasn't prepared for a protracted dance with the seller (who are no less formidable than a dragon). Amazon and many sellers are afflicted by the strange inability to realize that a 1.6 kg book can't be shipped without proper packaging.
Finally, even though my experience with the shipping was less than ideal. I would recommend the hardcover edition wholeheartedly to any reader of A song of ice and fire.







