A CLASH OF KINGS (A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE #2) BY GEORGE R.R. MARTIN
HARPER VOYAGER (PAPERBACK), 1998
BLURB FROM THE COVER
Throughout Westeros, the cold winds are rising.
From the ancient citadel of Dragonstone to the forbidding lands of Winterfell, chaos reigns as pretenders to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms stake their claims through tempest, turmoil and war.
As a prophecy of doom cuts across the sky – a comet the colour of blood and flame – five factions struggle for control of a divided land. Brother plots against brother and the dead rise to walk in the night.
Against a backdrop of incest and fratricide, alchemy and murder, the price of glory is measured in blood.
The comet’s tail spread across the dawn, a red slash that bled above the crags of Dragonstone like a wound in the pink and purple sky.
I loved Clash of Kings even though I feel like I’ve been reading it for about a year and a half. I’ve now officially joined the ranks of A Song of Ice and Fire fans. The second part of George R.R. Martin’s epic series is only a hundred odd pages longer that the first volume but as I read it seemed hundreds of pages longer. I feel quite worn out. And hopelessly in love. The only disappointment is that Danys appears so little and I really wanted to know more about her and her dragons. She’s one of my favourite characters. I cried when I thought Bran was dead and cried again when I realised he wasn’t. I hope Jaime and his incestuous whore of a sister Ceresei are torn to pieces. And I felt very happy when someone tried to kill Tyrion. It’s a pity they didn’t succeed and left him with a ravaged face instead. I look forward to the end of his life. A Clash of Kings was a brilliant second installment of a brilliant series.