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A Dance With Dragons

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A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin

Suggested By: Jason Sauer

Rating (out of 5): 4.5

Genre: Medieval Fantasy

My friend Jason and I have been waiting for waaaaaaaaaaaay too long for this book to finally come out in paperback, as neither of us likes hardback books. The book was published back in 2011 and they keep pushing back the paperback release date. Well, I finally couldn’t take it any longer and just HAD to purchase the hardcover edition and finally get to reading!

I didn’t really talk about it in my review of the last book, but A Feast for Crows was not an easy book to get through, mostly because the storylines covered in that book were mostly all the people that you either don’t care about in the series, and/or that you don’t like. I was highly anticipating finally picking up A Dance with Dragons to finally read about those people I WANTED to know about. And of course the book completely delivered. The author is notorious for killing off main characters. Well he’s also notorious for bringing back to life people who you thought were dead. Both people who were actually dead, and people who you thought were dead. The majority of the time he is killing off people, this changed in A Dance with Dragons. Throughout the book multiple people are “brought back from the dead”, which is so fascinating and makes the book so hard to put down. It wasn’t until literally that last 20 or so pages  of the book that the token people had to die.

Um. Like all books in this series, they were amazing. If you want more gushing about this series just read my previous reviews. If you haven’t read these books yet you are MISSING OUT. Hands down .

Favorite excerpts/lines

– The trees had grown icy teeth, snarling down from the bare brown branches.
– He could taste his true death in the smoke that hung acrid in the air, feel it in the heat beneath his fingers when he slipped a hand under his clothes to touch his wound.
– And around about then, the darkness gulped him down.
– The map lay between them like a battleground, drenched by the colors of the glowing sword.
– Ahead, shadows began to steal between the trees, the long fingers of the dusk.
– The last of the food that they had brought from the south was ten days gone. Since then hunger walked beside them day and night.
– Sleep opened beneath him like a well, and he threw himself into it with a will and let the darkness eat him up.
– “My old septon used to say that books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet, is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man yabber.”
– . . .  but her thoughts kept turning back to Slaver’s Bay, like ships caught in some bitter wind.
– Outside the wind was gusting, making the flames shiver in the oil lamps that lit the yard. It had grown colder since the sun went down, but Davos remembered Eastwatch, and how the wind would come screaming off the Wall at night, knifing through even the warmest cloak to freeze a man’s blood right in his veins.
– Clouds streaked the sky like tattered banners, grey and white and torn.
– Pale stone arches marched off into the fog…
– He sensed knives behind some of the smiles.
– The trees were huge and dark, somehow threatening. Their limbs wove through one another and creaked with every breath of wind, and their higher branches scratched at the face of the moon.
– South of the bridge the river opened up to embrace the briny sea.
 
– Exhaustion finally overwhelmed his pains, and Tyrion drifted off into a fitful sleep.
 
– “If I take you off the ring, will you do as you’re told?”
“Will it involve dancing? I might find dancing difficult. I cannot feel my legs. They may have fallen off. Elsewise, I am your creature.”
 
– “You have a healthy appetite this morning,” the knight observed.
“I’ve heard the food in hell is wretched.”
 
– “So the bastard boy sends me out to die.”
“Die”, cried Mormont’s raven. “Die, die die.”
You are not helping. Jon swatted the bird away.
 
– The thought came unbidden, seizing him with iron teeth….
 
– Devan fed fresh logs to the fire until the flames leapt up again, fierce and furious, driving the shadows back into the corners of the room, devouring all her unwanted dreams.
 
– She walked as close to Jon Snow as she dared, close enough to feel the mistrust pouring off him like a black fog.
– “So Selaesori Qhoran means Stinky Steward, more or less?”
Fragrant Steward, rather.”
Tyrion gave a crooked grin. “I believe I will stay with Stinky. But I do thank you for the lesson.”
– Light entered as a trespasser, unwanted and unwelcome, and soon was gone again; cookfires, candles, and rushes burned for a little while, then guttered out again, their brief lives at an end.
– They sang in True Tongue, so Bran could not understand the words, but their voices were as pure as winter air.
– The pink snow drifts were going white again, the color leaching out of them as the world darkened. The evening sky had turned the faded grey of an old cloak that had been washed too many times, and the first shy stars were coming out.
– There was an old man on the ground a few feet away, moaning and staring up at the grey belly of the clouds.
– Before midday a dozen fires were burning. Columns of greasy black smoke rose up to stain a merciless blue sky.
– Dany pushed the thought aside. It was not worthy of her.
– …his lordship had said in that soft voice of his, a voice made for lies and whispers.
– A smile danced across his face.
– The voice had been as faint as rustling leaves, as cold as hate.
– Once outside the godswood the cold descended on him like a ravening wolf and caught him in its teeth.
– Even here in this half-frozen lichyard of a castle, surrounded by snow and ice and death, there were women. Washerwomen. That was the polite way of saying camp follower, which was the polite way of saying whore.
– So immodest was her garb that the white knight seemed uncomfortable looking at her, but Hotah approved. Nymeria was least dangerous when nearly naked.
– Oberyn was ever the viper. Deadly, dangerous, unpredictable. No man dared tread on him. I was the grass. Pleasant, complaisant, sweet-smelling, swaying with every breeze. Who fears to walk upon the grass? But it is the grass that hides the viper from his enemies and shelters him until he strikes.
– Behind them lightning stabbed down from the sky, blinding purple bolts that danced across the sea in webs of light.
– Wet winds howled around them and waves rose like the fists of drowned giants to smash down on their decks.
– He pushed the door open and led them out into a long vaulted tunnel, where mighty granite pillars marched two by two into blackness.
– Stannis looked at her as he might look at a dog who presumed to hump against his leg.
– That brought the ghost of a smile to her lips.
– They were following the Widow’s Wash when they ran out of day.
– Rusted hinges screamed like damned souls when Wick Whittlestick yanked the door wide enough for Jon to slip through.
– So Daenerys sat silent through the meal, wrapped in a vermilion tokar and black thoughts….
– Henceforth, she must keep him out of her bed, out of her heart, and out of her.
– A fair bargain, Hizdahr said, but the taste it left in the queen’s mouth was foul. She drank another cup of wine to wash it out.
– The red sands drank his blood, the wind his last words.
– The little shards of sleep that they had allowed her turned into razors, slicing at her wits.
– Her world had shrunk to a cell six feet square, a chamber pot, a lumpy pallet, and a brown wool blanket thin as hope that made her skin itch….
– …agony so intense that his words turned to bile in his throat.
– “Place was overrun with rats when we moved in. The spearwives killed the nasty buggers. Now the place is overrun with spearwives. There’s days I want the rats back.”
– Clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon, and warmth fled.
– Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton’s face cried out for an axe between the eyes.
– Her ankle stabbed at her with every step.
– Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.
– Down here the steps grew narrower and steeper, but the girl had run up and down them a thousand times and they held no terrors for her.
– The queen walked on, clad only in gooseprickles and pride.
– As the afternoon melted into evening…
– The night crept past on slow black feet.
– The rusted hinges let out a pair of screams, for all those who might have slept through the breaking of the lock.
– Quentyn edged forward slowly, moving the torch from side to side. Walls and floor and ceiling drank the light.
– He would need to burn them eventually, no doubt, but for the nonce they were bound with iron chains inside their cells. That, and being dead, should suffice to hold them harmless.
– “He’s dead, Drink.” Yronwood rose to his feet. “Words won’t fetch him back.”
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Written by tinkypears

May 23, 2013 at 8:25 pm

Posted in Book Review

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