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III,
171–172
Viserys II
younger brother of Aegon III,
172–184
Aegon IV
the Unworthy, eldest son of Viserys,
 
 
[His younger brother, Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, was champion and some say lover to Queen Naerys.]
184–209
Daeron II
Queen Naerys’ son, by Aegon or Aemon, [Daeron brought Dorne into the realm by wedding the Dornish princess Myriah.]
209–221
Aerys I
second son to Daeron II (left no issue),
221–233
Maekar I
fourth son of Daeron II,
233–259
Aegon V
the Unlikely, Maekar’s fourth
259–262
Jaehaerys II
second son of Aegon the Unlikely,
262–283
Aerys II
the Mad King, only son to Jaehaerys,
    Therein the line of the dragon kings ended, when Aerys II was dethroned and killed, along with his heir, the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen, slain by Robert Baratheon on the Trident.
    THE LAST TARGARYENS
    {KING AERYS TARGARYEN}, the Second of His Name, slain by Jaime Lannister during the Sack of King’s Landing,
— his sister and wife, {QUEEN RHAELLA} of House
     Targaryen, died in childbed on Dragonstone,
— their children:
—{PRINCE RHAEGAR}, heir to the Iron Throne, slain
     by Robert Baratheon on the Trident,
 — his wife, {PRINCESS ELIA} of House Martell, slain
     during the Sack of King’s Landing,
 — their children:
  —{PRINCESS RHAENYS}, a young girl, slain during the
     Sack of King’s Landing,
—{PRINCE AEGON}, a babe, slain during the Sack of
     King’s Landing,
— PRINCE VISERYS, styling himself Viserys, the Third of
     His Name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, called the Beggar King,
— PRINCESS DAENERYS, called Daenerys Stormborn, a maid
     of thirteen years.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
    The devil is in the details, they say.
    A book this size has a
lot
of devils, any one of which will bite you if you don’t watch out. Fortunately, I know a lot of angels.
    Thanks and appreciation, therefore, to all those good folks who so kindly lent me their ears and their expertise (and in some cases their books) so I could get all those little details right—to Sage Walker, Martin Wright, Melinda Snodgrass, Carl Keim, Bruce Baugh, Tim O’Brien, Roger Zelazny, Jane Lindskold, and Laura J. Mixon, and of course to Parris.
    And a special thanks to Jennifer Hershey, for labors above and beyond the call …

About the Author
    GEORGE R. R. MARTIN sold his first story in 1971 and has been writing professionally since then. He spent ten years in Hollywood as a writer-producer, working on
The Twilight Zone, Beauty and the Beast
, and various feature films and television pilots that were never made. In the mid ’90s he returned to prose, his first love, and began work on his epic fantasy series, A Song of Ice and Fire. He has been in the Seven Kingdoms ever since. Whenever he’s allowed to leave, he returns to Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he lives with the lovely Parris, a big white dog called Mischa, and two cats named Augustus and Caligula, who think they run the place.

George R. R. Martin is full of surprises!
    In
    A CLASH OF KINGS
    the riveting sequel to
    A GAME OF THRONES
    George not only continues the tales of characters we have come to know and love, but also adds some new stories to the mix.
    Here’s a preview:

THEON
    T here was no safe anchorage at Pyke, but Theon Greyjoy wished to look on his father’s castle from the sea, to see it as he had seen it last, ten years before, when Robert Baratheon’s war galley had borne him from the island to be a ward of Eddard Stark. On that day he had stood beside the rail, listening to the stroke of the oars and the pounding of the master’s drum while he watched Pyke grow smaller and smaller in the distance, until it vanished beneath a green horizon. Now he wanted to see it grow larger, to rise from the sea before him.
    Obedient to his wishes, the
Myraham
beat her way past the point with her sails snapping and her captain cursing the wind and his crew and the follies of highborn lordlings. Theon drew the hood of his cloak up against the spray, and looked for home.
    The shore was all sharp rocks and glowering cliffs, and the castle seemed one with the rest, its towers and walls and bridges quarried from the same grey-black stone, wet by the same salt waves, festooned with the same spreading patches of dark green moss,