A game of thrones
book one of A song of ice and fire
av George R.R. Martin (forfatter).
2011 Heftet
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HBO's hit series A GAME OF THRONES is based on George R. R. Martin's internationally bestselling series A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE, the greatest fantasy epic of the modern age. A GAME OF THRONES is the first volume in the series.Kings and queens, knights and renegades, liars, lords and honest men... all will play the GAME OF THRONES.Summers span decades. Winter can last a lifetime. And the struggle for the Iron Throne has begun.It will stretch from the south, where heat breeds plot, lusts and intrigues; to the vast and savage eastern lands; all the way to the frozen north, where a 700-foot wall of ice protects the kingdom from the dark forces that lie beyond. The Game of Thrones. You win, or you die.Book One of A Song of Ice and Fire begins the greatest fantasy epic of the modern age.Winter is coming...
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Utgivelsesår 2011
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780007428540
EAN 9780007428540
Serie A song of ice and fire (1)
Genre Fantasy
Språk Engelsk
Utgave 1
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Magnus Tangen siterer A game of thrones av George R.R. Martin (side 14)
21:44, 14. august 2011 Ingen har det som favoritt.
Justice will fall to you. When that day comes, you must take no pleasure in the task, but neither must you look away. A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.
Mari siterer A game of thrones av George R.R. Martin (side 22)
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The gods of Winterfell kept a different sort of wood. It was a dark, primal place, three acres of old forest untouched for ten thousand years as the gloomy castle rose around it. It smelled of moist earth and decay. No redwoods grew here. This was a wood of stubborn sentinel trees armored in grey-green needles, of mighty oaks, of ironwoods as old as the realm itself. Here thick black trunks crowded close together while twisted branches wove a dense canopy overhead and misshapen roots wrestled beneath the soil. This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names.
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