书名：A Storm of Swords冰与火之歌3：冰雨的风暴

作者：George R.R. Martin乔治·R.R.马丁 

出版社名称：Bantam 

出版时间：2003 

语种：英文 

ISBN：9780553573428 

商品尺寸：10.5 x 4.7 x 17.4 cm 

包装：简装 

页数：1216A Storm of Swords《冰雨的风暴》是乔治·R.R.马丁的A Song of Ice and Fire《冰与火之歌》系列中的第三卷，也是美国HBO电视网热播电视剧Game of Thrones《权力的游戏》的原著小说。《冰雨的风暴》赢得了2001年轨迹奖与2002年盖菲奖小说奖，2002年星云奖小说奖提名。《冰与火之歌》全书计划共七卷，截止2014年共完成出版了五卷，包括《权力的游戏》《列王的纷争》《冰雨的风暴》《群鸦的盛宴》和《魔龙的狂舞》。目前已被翻译成三十多种文字，全球销量已过千万，读者过亿。

推荐理由： 1.美国奇幻大师乔治·R.R.马丁奇幻史诗巨作，曾获雨果奖、星云奖及轨迹奖等多项大奖，美国“国宝”级幻想文学作品； 2.采用POV视点人物写作手法，每章内容均以某特定视觉人物的角度出发，叙述一段内容，在下一章换为另一视觉人物，这更像是一出电影而非小说，让人身临其境沉迷不能自拔； 3.小说在宫廷斗争、疆场厮杀、游历冒险等奇幻因素中融入了中世纪欧洲历史事件或传统神话因素，高度符合历史现实，读者很容易感受到这个“架空世界”的真实感； 4.注重人物刻画和人性挖掘，并且削弱魔法元素，以现实手法描绘世界和人物，是奇幻文学作品中的“反传统先锋”，不仅好看，还具有新意； 5.整部小说中的人物多达数百个，但刻画十分细致，语言描写非常丰富，对写作有较大帮助； 6.阅读难度适中，有较多重复词汇，语言比较接近现代小说风格，仿古的文风只是点到而止，非英语专业的读者也容易读懂。 THE BOOK BEHIND THE THIRD SEASON OF GAME OF THRONES, AN ORIGINAL SERIES NOW ON HBO. Here is the third volume in George R. R. Martin’s magnificent cycle of novels that includes A Game of Thrones and AClash of Kings. As a whole, this series comprises a genuine masterpiece of modern fantasy, bringing together the best the genre has to offer. Magic, mystery, intrigue, romance, and adventure fill these pages and transport us to a world unlike any we have ever experienced. Already hailed as a classic, George R. R. Martin’s stunning series is destined to stand as one of the great achievements of imaginative fiction. Review “A riveting continuation of a series whose brilliance continues to dazzle.”  —Patriot News “I always expect the best from George R. R. Martin, and he always delivers.” —Robert Jordan

A Storm of Swords《冰与火之歌3：冰雨的风暴》内容承接前两卷，并达到战斗之巅，几大家族伤痕累累，在阴谋与利剑中挣扎。

琼恩在极寒之地将亲吻冰封于弓箭之下，艾莉亚在雨中的丛林里游走寻觅，布兰渐渐睁开智慧之眼却依然难见真相。提利昂放弃了谎言的虚荣，詹姆经历了执着的回归，瑟曦却在谎言与执着里百孔千疮。 Of the five contenders for power, one is dead, another in disfavor, and still the wars rage as violently as ever, as alliances are made and broken. Joffrey, of House Lannister, sits on the Iron Throne, the uneasy ruler of the land of the Seven Kingdoms. His most bitter rival, Lord Stannis, stands defeated and disgraced, the victim of the jealous sorceress who holds him in her evil thrall. But young Robb, of House Stark, still rules the North from the fortress of Riverrun. Robb plots against his despised Lannister enemies, even as they hold his sister hostage at King’s Landing, the seat of the Iron Throne. Meanwhile, making her way across a blood-drenched continent is the exiled queen, Daenerys, mistress of the only three dragons still left in the world.... But as opposing forces maneuver for the final titanic showdown, an army of barbaric wildlings arrives from the outermost line of civilization. In their vanguard is a horde of mythical others—a supernatural army of the living dead whose animated corpses are unstoppable. As the future of the land hangs in the balance, no one will rest until the Seven Kingdoms have exploded in a veritable storm of swords...

乔治·R.R.马丁（George R. R. Martin），美国作家、编辑、电视剧编剧兼制片人，雨果奖、星云奖、轨迹奖、世界科幻奖等文学奖项多次得主。马丁擅长撰写奇幻、科幻和恐怖题材的小说，其作品主要以人物为关注点，描写细腻丰富，突破了幻想文学界固有的创作模式，多次引领阅读潮流。代表作有十大浪漫太空歌剧之一的《光逝》、由雨果奖获奖名篇扩展而成的《风港》、在杂志读者群中深受爱戴的《图夫航行记》，以及当代严肃奇幻小说系列《冰与火之歌》。由于马丁作品的辉煌成就，他被《时代》杂志誉为“美国的托尔金”和“新世纪的海明威”。

George R. R. Martinis 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 series Game 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.

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 bloody ravens and making fires for old Maester Aemon. 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. That’s a bear print. You want some meat or no? Find!” But the hounds only huddled closer, whining. Chett snapped his short lash above their heads, and the black bitch snarled at him. “Dog meat would taste as good as bear,” he warned her, his breath frosting with every word. Lark the Sisterman stood with his arms crossed over his chest and his hands tucked up into his armpits. He wore black wool gloves, but he was always complaining how his fingers were frozen. “It’s too bloody cold to hunt,” he said. “Bugger this bear, he’s not worth freezing over.” “We can’t go back emptyhand, Lark,” rumbled Small Paul through the brown whiskers that covered most of his face. “The Lord Commander wouldn’t like that.” There was ice under the big man’s squashed pug nose, where his snot had frozen. A huge hand in a thick fur glove clenched tight around the shaft of a spear. “Bugger that Old Bear too,” said the Sisterman, a thin man with sharp features and nervous eyes. “Mormont will be dead before daybreak, remember? Who cares what he likes?” Small Paul blinked his black little eyes. Maybe he had forgotten, Chett thought; he was stupid enough to forget most anything. “Why do we have to kill the Old Bear? Why don’t we just go off and let him be?” “You think he’ll let us be?” said Lark. “He’ll hunt us down. You want to be hunted, you great muttonhead?” “No,” said Small Paul. “I don’t want that. I don’t.” “So you’ll kill him?” said Lark. “Yes.” The huge man stamped the butt of his spear on the frozen riverbank. “I will. He shouldn’t hunt us.” The Sisterman took his hands from his armpits and tumed to Chett. “We need to kill all the officers, I say.” Chett was sick of hearing it. “We been over this. The Old Bear dies, and Blane from the Shadow Tower. Grubbs and Aethan as well, their ill luck for drawing the watch, Dywen and Bannen for their tracking, and Ser Piggy for the ravens. That’s all. We kill them quiet, while they sleep. One scream and we’re wormfood, every one of us.” His boils were red with rage. “Just do your bit and see that your cousins do theirs. And Paul, try and remember, it’s third watch, not second.” “Third watch,” the big man said, through hair and frozen snot. “Me and Softfoot. I remember, Chett.” The moon would be black tonight, and they had jiggered the watches so as to have eight of their own standing sentry, with two more guarding the horses. It wasn’t going to get much riper than that. Besides, the wildlings could be upon them any day now. Chett meant to be well away from here before that happened. He meant to live.