书名：A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms 《七王国的骑士：冰与火之歌外传》

作者：George R.R. Martin乔治·R.R.马丁

出版社名称：HarperVoyager

出版时间：2017

语种： 英文

ISBN：9780008238094

商品尺寸：12.9 x 2.7 x 19.8 cm

包装：平装

数：368 （以实物为准）

故事发生在《冰与火之歌》开篇前约八十九年，此时的维斯特洛大陆风平浪静、一片祥和。“高个骑士”邓肯怀揣着骑士大梦，和他的侍从、实则身分高贵的小男孩伊戈，一起游历世间，寻找圆梦的落脚处…… 一路行来，难挡命运的安排，看到黑火叛乱、目睹血鸦专政及贵族与骑士间盘错的利益。更重要的是，他们一步步逼近坦格利安王朝的龙的秘密……消失在人间的龙，却掌握统治权的龙之血脉，让未来充满不确定性。 A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms《七王国的骑士》首度揭露「冰与火之歌外传」——《雇佣骑士》《誓言骑士》《神秘骑士》三大故事，其内容不仅揭示了坦格利安王朝的兴衰，并暗藏了九大家族的争斗，讲述不该成王败寇的真实人生。在跌宕起伏、意外横生的故事发展中，各种骑士的命运变幻莫测，骑士的精神从而得到彻底展现。奇幻大师乔治·R.R.马丁在《冰与火之歌外传：七王国的骑士》带给读者原生态草根的维斯特洛，并解谜血火同源的坦格利安家族。 推荐理由： 1.《冰与火之歌》系列作者，奇幻大师乔治·R.R.马丁系列作品； 2.“冰与火之歌”外传合集，《雇佣骑士》《誓言骑士》《神秘骑士》首次集结； 3. 英文原版，书内配有Gary Gianni为其绘制的160多幅插画。 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY LOS ANGELES TIMES AND BUZZFEED • Taking place nearly a century before the events ofA Game of Thrones,A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms compiles the first three official prequel novellas to George R. R. Martin’s ongoing masterwork,A Song of Ice and Fire. These never-before-collected adventures recount an age when the Targaryen line still holds the Iron Throne, and the memory of the last dragon has not yet passed from living consciousness. Before Tyrion Lannister and Podrick Payne, there was Dunk and Egg. A young, naïve but ultimately courageous hedge knight, Ser Duncan the Tall towers above his rivals—in stature if not experience. Tagging along is his diminutive squire, a boy called Egg—whose true name is hidden from all he and Dunk encounter. Though more improbable heroes may not be found in all of Westeros, great destinies lay ahead for these two . . . as do powerful foes, royal intrigue, and outrageous exploits. Featuring more than 160 all-new illustrations by Gary Gianni,A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms is a must-have collection that proves chivalry isn’t dead—yet. 

在《冰与火之歌》故事开篇前约89年，这时的维斯特洛风平浪静。“高个”邓肯怀揣着骑士梦，与他的侍从、实则身份远非如此简单的小男孩伊戈，踏上了行侠仗义、游历天下的旅程。 比武审判、冷壕堡之劫……危险如影随形、死亡寸步不离。 这是一场王者的历练、梦想与现实的碰撞、正义与阴谋的较量，而忠诚、荣誉与勇气，终将伴随他们一路向前…… Almost a century beforeA Game of Thrones, two unlikely heroes wandered Westeros… In an age when the Targaryen line still holds the Iron Throne, and recollections of the last dragon have not yet passed from living memory, a naïve but courageous hedge knight, Ser Duncan the Tall, towers above his rivals — in stature if not experience. Tagging along with him is his diminutive squire, a boy called Egg, whose true identity must be kept hidden: for in reality he is Aegon Targaryen, and one day he will be king. Improbable heroes though they be, great destinies lie ahead for Dunk and Egg; as do powerful foes, royal intrigue, and outrageous exploits.

乔治·R.R.马丁，1948年出生于美国，世界奇幻大师。其著名小说包括《热夜之梦》《沙王》《光逝》《风港》《猎人行》《战士》《图夫航行记》等。迄今为止，他已获包括四尊雨果奖、两尊星云奖、一尊世界奇幻文学奖、一尊世界恐怖文学奖、十二尊轨迹奖、一次世界奇幻文学终身成就奖在内的无数奖项。2011年，美国《时代周刊》将马丁评为“全世界很有影响力的一百位人物”之一，肯定了乔治·R.R.马丁在欧美文坛上的至尊地位。 George R. R. Martin is an American novelist and short-story writer in the fantasy, horror, and science fiction genres, a screenwriter, and television producer. He is best known for his international bestselling series of epic fantasy novels,A Song of Ice and Fire, which was later adapted into the HBO dramatic seriesGame of Thrones. Martin serves as the series’ co-executive producer, and also scripted four episodes of the series. In 2005, Lev Grossman of Time called Martin “the American Tolkien”, and the magazine later named him one of the “2011 Time 100,” a list of the “most influential people in the world”.

The Hedge Knight《雇佣骑士》 The Sworn Sword《誓言骑士》 The Mystery Knight《神秘骑士》

The spring rains had softened the ground, so Dunk had no trouble digging the grave. He chose a spot on the western slope of a low hill, for the old man had always loved to watch the sunset. “Another day done,” he would sigh, “and who knows what the morrow will bring us, eh, Dunk?” Well, one morrow had brought rains that soaked them to the bones, and the one after had brought wet gusty winds, and the next a chill. By the fourth day the old man was too weak to ride. And now he was gone. Only a few days past, he had been singing as they rode, the old song about going to Gulltown to see a fair maid, but instead of Gulltown he’d sung of Ashford. Off to Ashford to see the fair maid, heighho, heigh-ho, Dunk thought miserably as he dug. When the hole was deep enough, he lifted the old man’s body in his arms and carried him there. He had been a small man, and slim; stripped of hauberk, helm, and sword belt, he seemed to weigh no more than a bag of leaves. Dunk was hugely tall for his age, a shambling, shaggy, bigboned boy of sixteen or seventeen years (no one was quite certain which) who stood closer to seven feet than to six, and had only just begun to fill out his frame. The old man had often praised his strength. He had always been generous in his praise. It was all he had to give. He laid him out in the bottom of the grave and stood over him for a time. The smell of rain was in the air again, and he knew he ought to fill the hole before the rain broke, but it was hard to throw dirt down on that tired old face. There ought to be a septon here, to say some prayers over him, but he only has me. The old man had taught Dunk all he knew of swords and shields and lances, but had never been much good at teaching him words. “I’d leave your sword, but it would rust in the ground,” he said at last, apologetic. “The gods will give you a new one, I guess. I wish you didn’t die, ser.” He paused, uncertain what else needed to be said. He didn’t know any prayers, not all the way through; the old man had never been much for praying. “You were a true knight, and you never beat me when I didn’t deserve it,” he finally managed, “except that one time in Maidenpool. It was the inn boy who ate the widow woman’s pie, not me, I told you. It don’t matter now. The gods keep you, ser.” He kicked dirt in the hole, then began to fill it methodically, never looking at the thing at the bottom. He had a long life, Dunk thought. He must have been closer to sixty than to fifty, and how many men can say that? At least he had lived to see another spring. The sun was westering as he fed the horses. There were three; his swaybacked stot, the old man’s palfrey, and Thunder, his warhorse, who was ridden only in tourney and battle. The big brown stallion was not as swift or strong as he had once been, but he still had his bright eye and fierce spirit, and he was more valuable than everything else Dunk owned.