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A Feast For Crows

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A Feast For Crows by George R. R. Martin

Suggested from: Jason Sauer

Rating (out of 5): 4

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

Okay, so you have to cut me some slack now on these books, I keep reading them so quickly back to back, and there is so much to be covered in all of them, that honestly, I’m starting to lose track of what storyline was covered in what book. And that all is even harder to convey because I don’t want to give away anything vital since these books are so awesome and if you do read them, I want you to be as shocked and surprised as I was.

Book 4 in the Song of Ice and Fire series, A Feast for Crows, picks up where Book 3 left off. The kingdom is still completely at odds with itself, yet now things are really starting to fall apart. The kings that were originally fighting for the kingdom are no longer present or alive. The story stops focusing on the evil coming from the north though, and mainly covers what is happening in Kings Landing, which is where the main castle is. A new king in the sea is trying to conquer the land and the entire seven kingdoms Kings Landing is attempting to respond, but is also trying to deny a certain family line from gaining more toes in the throne, and so they are responding slowly and not with enough force. A few random incidents are also covered which will obviously spur on future larger storylines.

Annnnnd, that’s all I’m giving up. It was good. You need to read these books. That is all. : )

Favorite excerpts/lines:

– No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could . . . nor memories, the bones of the soul.

– The rising sun had painted the tower tops a vivid red, but beneath the walls the night still huddled.

– She had to have gone elsewhere . . . but elsewhere is a big place.

– The wind tugged at her cloak, insistent as a ghost.

– She patted Needle’s hilt for luck and plunged into the shadows, taking the steps two at a time so no one could ever say she’d been afraid.

– Back out in the Hall of Lamps, the mourners buzzed about them thick as flies, eager to shower her with useless condolences.

– “You know I have no other woman. Only . . . duty.”
She rolled onto one elbow to look up at him, her big black eyes shining in the candlelight. “That poxy bitch? I know her. Dry as dust between the legs, and her kisses leave you bleeding. Let duty sleep alone for once, and stay with me tonight.”

– Dareon had not been much a swordsman, Sam knew from their days training under Allister Thorne, but he had a beautiful voice. “Honey poured over thunder,” Maester Aemon had once called it.

– “When you smell our candles burning, what does it make you think of, my child?”
Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair.

– “… and pain sawed through her like a hot knife.”

Or did he do it to escape me, to wash out his dishonor with his life’s blood?

– Alayne was an older woman, and bastard brave.

– “She has a mouth as big as her thighs, and her thighs are enormous.”

– Ser Osfryd shuffled through the warrants, as wary of the words as if they had been roaches crawling across the parchment.

– Jamie called after her, but already she was moving away, her skirt whispering lullabies as it brushed across the floor.

– When morning broke the snow was ankle deep, and deeper in the godswood, where drifts had piled up under the trees. Squires, stableboys, and highborn pages turned to children again under its cold white spell, and fought a snowball war up and down the wards and all along the battlements.


Written by tinkypears

November 15, 2012 at 2:17 pm

Posted in Book Review

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