《《Book Three of A Song of Ice and Fire》.docVIP

A Storm of Swords V1.0 Book Three of A Song of Ice and Fire By George R.R. Martin scanned 3/17/02 by sliph A NOTE ON CHRONOLOGY A Song of Ice and Fire is told through the eyes of characters who are sometimes hundreds or even thousands of miles apart from one another. Some chapters cover a day, some only an hour; others might span a fortnight, a month, half a year. With such a structure, the narrative cannot be strictly sequential; sometimes important things are happening simultaneously, a thousand leagues apart. In the case of the volume now in hand, the reader should realize that the opening chapters of A Storm of Swords do not follow the closing chapters of A Clash of Kings so much as overlap them. I open with a look at some of the things that were happening on the Fist of the First Men, at Riverrun, Harrenhal, and on the Trident while the Battle of the Blackwater was being fought at Kings Landing, and during its aftermath ... GEORGE R. R. MARTIN PROLOGUE The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent. The big black bitch had taken one sniff at the bear tracks, backed off, and skulked back to the pack with her tail between her legs. The dogs huddled together miserably on the riverbank as the wind snapped at them. Chett felt it too, biting through his layers of black wool and boiled leather. It was too bloody cold for man or beast, but here they were. His mouth twisted, and he could almost feel the boils that covered his cheeks and neck growing red and angry. I should be safe back at the Wall, tending the bloodyravens and making fires for old MaesterAemon. It was the bastard Jon Snow who had taken that from him, him and his fat friend Sam Tarly. it was their fault he was here, freezing his bloody balls off with a pack of hounds deep in the haunted forest. Seven hells. He gave the leashes a hard yank to get the dogs attention. Track, you bastards. Thats a bear print. You want some meat or no? Find! But the hounds only huddled closer, whining