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I care. My brother is dead, woman. I am going to take him home.”
    Traitor,
she thought.
Turncloak.
She wondered how much Mace Tyrell had given him. “You would abandon your king when he needs you most,” she told him. “You would abandon Tommen.”
    â€œTommen has his mother.” Ser Kevan’s green eyes met her own, unblinking. A last drop of wine trembled wet and red beneath his chin, and finally fell. “Aye,” he added softly, after a pause, “and his father too, I think.”

A STORM OF SWORDS
    A Bantam Spectra Book
    PUBLISHING HISTORY
    Bantam Spectra hardcover edition published November 2000
    Bantam Spectra trade paperback edition published June 2002
    Bantam Spectra mass market edition / March 2003
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    Copyright © 2000 by George R. R. Martin
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for Stephen Boucher
wizard of Windows, dragon of DOS
without whom this book would have
been written in crayon

Praise for
    GEORGE R. R. MARTIN
and
A Song of Ice and Fire
    â€œMainstream readers . . . have a great treat ahead of them in Martin.
A Feast for Crows
is a fast-paced, emotionally complex, masterfully written adventure . . . Martin’s writing is as good as ever: his imaginary
places are as vivid and thoroughly imagined, his characters as
consistent and believable, his blood as wet and red.” —
Newsday
    â€œGeorge R. R. Martin has created the unlikely genre of the realpolitik
fantasy novel. Complete with warring kings, noble heroes and
backroom dealings, it’s addictive reading and reflects our current world
a lot better than
The Lord of the Rings.” —Rolling Stone
    â€œWhat’s “A Song of Ice and Fire”? It’s the only fantasy series I’d put on
a level with J. R. R. Tolkien’s
The Lord of the Rings
. It’s way better than
the Harry Potter books and definitely not for children. It’s a fantasy
series for hip, smart people, even those who don’t read fantasy.”
—
Chicago Tribune
    â€œFor a succinct summation of Martin’s medieval fantasy series, imagine
a mix of the literary quality of T. H. White’s
The Once and Future King
,
the in-your-face, you-are-there grittiness of a movie like Braveheart and
the sort of intricate character development found in a quality television
show like
Lost
. . . Vast, complex and undeniably entertaining . . . Once
in a while, there are books and writers that manage to elevate an entire
genre. Stephen King did so with horror. George R. R. Martin’s “A Song
of Ice and Fire” series has taken fantasy out of the
two-dimensional, black and white realm where it once happily existed
and dragged it kicking and screaming into a land of believable
characters, ambiguous situations, and bloody, sometimes uncertain
denouements.” —
Denver Post
    â€œâ€˜A Song of Ice and Fire’ is firmly at the top of the bestseller lists, probably because it’s the best fantasy series out there.” —
Detroit Free Press

PROLOGUE
    D ragons,” said Mollander. He snatched a withered apple off the ground and tossed it hand to hand.
    â€œThrow the apple,” urged Alleras the Sphinx. He slipped an arrow from his quiver and nocked it to his bowstring.
    â€œI should like to see a dragon.” Roone was the youngest of them, a chunky boy still two years shy of manhood. “I should like that very much.”
    And I should like to sleep with Rosey’s arms around me,
Pate thought. He shifted restlessly on the bench. By the morrow the girl could well be his.
I will take her far from Oldtown, across the narrow sea to one of the Free Cities.
There were no maesters there, no one to accuse him.
    He could hear Emma’s laughter coming through a