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THE BOOK BEHIND THE FOURTH SEASON OF THE ACCLAIMED HBO SERIES GAME OF THRONES

Few books have captivated the imagination and won the devotion and praise of readers and critics everywhere as has George R. R. Martin’s monumental epic cycle of high fantasy. Now, in A Feast for Crows, Martin delivers the long-awaited fourth book of his landmark series, as a kingdom torn asunder finds itself at last on the brink of peace . . . only to be launched on an even more terrifying course of destruction.

A FEAST FOR CROWS

It seems too good to be true. After centuries of bitter strife and fatal treachery, the seven powers dividing the land have decimated one another into an uneasy truce. Or so it appears. . . . With the death of the monstrous King Joffrey, Cersei is ruling as regent in King’s Landing. Robb Stark’s demise has broken the back of the Northern rebels, and his siblings are scattered throughout the kingdom like seeds on barren soil. Few legitimate claims to the once desperately sought Iron Throne still exist—or they are held in hands too weak or too distant to wield them effectively. The war, which raged out of control for so long, has burned itself out.

But as in the aftermath of any climactic struggle, it is not long before the survivors, outlaws, renegades, and carrion eaters start to gather, picking over the bones of the dead and fighting for the spoils of the soon-to-be dead. Now in the Seven Kingdoms, as the human crows assemble over a banquet of ashes, daring new plots and dangerous new alliances are formed, while surprising faces—some familiar, others only just appearing—are seen emerging from an ominous twilight of past struggles and chaos to take up the challenges ahead.

It is a time when the wise and the ambitious, the deceitful and the strong will acquire the skills, the power, and the magic to survive the stark and terrible times that lie before them. It is a time for nobles and commoners, soldiers and sorcerers, assassins and sages to come together and stake their fortunes . . . and their lives. For at a feast for crows, many are the guests—but only a few are the survivors.

Review

"Of those who work in the grand epic-fantasy tradition, Martin is by far the best.... [He] is a tense, surging, insomnia-inflicting plotter and a deft and inexhaustible sketcher of personalities.... This is as good a time as any to proclaim him the American Tolkien."— Time Magazine

"The only fantast series I''d put on a level with J.R.R. Tolkein''s The Lord of the Rings…. It''s a fantasy series for hip, smart people, even those who don''t read fantasy…. If you''re new to the series, you must begin with Book 1, A Game of Thrones. Once you''re hooked…. you''ll be like the rest of us fans, gnawing your knuckles until book 5”—Marta Salij, Detroit Free Press

“THE MOST impressive modern fantasy, both in terms of conception and execution, is George R.R. Martin''s A Song of Ice and Fire .… A masterpiece that will be mentioned with the great works of fantasy.”— Contra Costa Times

"Long-awaited doesn’t begin to describe this fourth installment in bestseller Martin''s staggeringly epic Song of Ice and Fire."— Publishers Weekly

"Grabs hold and won''t let go. It''s brilliant."—Robert Jordan

"Such a splendid tale and such a fantistorical! I read my eyes out."—Anne McCaffrey

"Fantasy fans will feast!"— Associated Press

From the Back Cover

Few books have captivated the imagination and won the devotion and praise of readers and critics everywhere as has George R. R. Martin''s monumental epic cycle of high fantasy. Now, in A Feast for Crows, Martin delivers the long-awaited fourth book of his landmark series, as a kingdom torn asunder finds itself at last on the brink of peace...only to be launched on an even more terrifying course of destruction.
A Feast for Crows
It seems too good to be true. After centuries of bitter strife and fatal treachery, the seven powers dividing the land have decimated one another into an uneasy truce. Or so it appears....With the death of the monstrous King Joffrey, Cersei is ruling as regent in King''s Landing. Robb Stark''s demise has broken the back of the Northern rebels, and his siblings are scattered throughout the kingdom like seeds on barren soil. Few legitimate claims to the once desperately sought Iron Throne still exist--or they are held in hands too weak or too distant to wield them effectively. The war, which raged out of control for so long, has burned itself out.
But as in the aftermath of any climactic struggle, it is not long before the survivors, outlaws, renegades, and carrion eaters start to gather, picking over the bones of the dead and fighting for the spoils of the soon-to-be dead. Now in the Seven Kingdoms, as the human crows assemble over a banquet of ashes, daring new plots and dangerous new alliances are formed, while surprising faces--some familiar, others only just appearing--are seen emerging from an ominous twilight of past struggles and chaos to take up the challenges ahead.
It is a time when the wise and the ambitious, the deceitful and the strongwill acquire the skills, the power, and the magic to survive the stark and terrible times that lie before them. It is a time for nobles and commoners, soldiers and sorcerers, assassins and sages to come together and stake their fortunes...and their lives. For at a feast for crows, many are the guests--but only a few are the survivors.

About the Author

George R. R. Martin is the #1  New York Times bestselling author of many novels, including the acclaimed series A Song of Ice and Fire— A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and  A Dance with Dragons—as well as  Tuf Voyaging, Fevre Dream, The Armageddon Rag, Dying of the Light, Windhaven (with Lisa Tuttle),  and  Dreamsongs Volumes I and  II. He is also the creator of  The Lands of Ice and Fire, a collection of maps from A Song of Ice and Fire featuring original artwork from illustrator and cartographer Jonathan Roberts, and  The World of Ice & Fire (with Elio M. García, Jr., and Linda Antonsson). As a writer-producer, Martin has worked on  The Twilight Zone, Beauty and the Beast, and various feature films and pilots that were never made. He lives with the lovely Parris in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

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Cersei


She dreamt she sat the Iron Throne, high above them all.

The courtiers were brightly colored mice below. Great lords and proud ladies knelt before her. Bold young knights laid their swords at her feet and pleaded for her favors, and the queen smiled down at them. Until the dwarf appeared as if from nowhere, pointing at her and howling with laughter. The lords and ladies began to chuckle too, hiding their smiles behind their hands. Only then did the queen realize she was naked.

Horrified, she tried to cover herself with her hands. The barbs and blades of the Iron Throne bit into her flesh as she crouched to hide her shame. Blood ran red down her legs, as steel teeth gnawed at her buttocks. When she tried to stand, her foot slipped through a gap in the twisted metal. The more she struggled the more the throne engulfed her, tearing chunks of flesh from her breasts and belly, slicing at her arms and legs until they were slick and red, glistening.

And all the while her brother capered below, laughing. His merriment still echoed in her ears when she felt a light touch on her shoulder, and woke suddenly. For half a heartbeat the hand seemed part of the nightmare, and Cersei cried out, but it was only Senelle. The maid’s face was white and frightened.

We are not alone,
the queen realized. Shadows loomed around her bed, tall shapes with chainmail glimmering beneath their cloaks. Armed men had no business here.

Where are my guards?
Her bedchamber was dark, but for the lantern one of the intruders held on high. I must show no fear. Cersei pushed back sleep-tousled hair, and said, “What do you want of me?” A man stepped into the lantern light, and she saw his cloak was white. “Jaime?” I dreamt of one brother, but the other has come to wake me.

“Your Grace.” The voice was not her brother’s. “The Lord Commander said come get you.” His hair curled, as Jaime’s did, but her brother’s hair was beaten gold, like hers, where this man’s was black and oily. She stared at him, confused, as he muttered about a privy and a crossbow, and said her father’s name. I am dreaming still, Cersei thought. I have not woken, nor has my nightmare ended. Tyrion will creep out from under the bed soon and begin to laugh at me.

But that was folly. Her dwarf brother was down in the black cells, condemned to die this very day. She looked down at her hands, turning them over to make certain all her fingers were still there. When she ran a hand down her arm the skin was covered with gooseprickles, but unbroken. There were no cuts on her legs, no gashes on the soles of her feet. A dream, that’s all it was, a dream. I drank too much last night, these fears are only humors born of wine. I will be the one laughing, come dusk. My children will be safe, Tommen’s throne will be secure, and my twisted little valonqar will be short a head and rotting.

Jocelyn Swyft was at her elbow, pressing a cup on her. Cersei took a sip: water, mixed with lemon squeezings, so tart she spit it out. She could hear the night wind rattling the shutters, and she saw with a strange sharp clarity. Jocelyn was trembling like a leaf, as frightened as Senelle. Ser Osmund Kettleblack loomed over her. Behind him stood Ser Boros Blount, with a lantern. At the door were Lannister guardsmen with gilded lions shining on the crests of their helmets. They looked afraid as well. Can it be? the queen wondered. Can it be true?

She rose, and let Senelle slip a bedrobe over her shoulders to hide her nakedness. Cersei belted it herself, her fingers stiff and clumsy. “My lord father keeps guards about him, night and day,” she said. Her tongue felt thick. She took another swallow of lemon water and sloshed it round her mouth to freshen her breath. A moth had gotten into the lantern Ser Boros was holding; she could hear it buzzing and see the shadow of its wings as it beat against the glass.

“The guards were at their posts, Your Grace,” said Osmund Kettleblack. “We found a hidden door behind the hearth. A secret passage. The Lord Commander’s gone down to see where it goes.”

“Jaime?” Terror seized her, sudden as a storm. “Jaime should be with the king . . .”

“The lad’s not been harmed. Ser Jaime sent a dozen men to look in on him. His Grace is sleeping peaceful.” Let him have a sweeter dream than mine, and a kinder waking. “Who is with the king?”

“Ser Loras has that honor, if it please you.”

It did not please her. The Tyrells were only stewards that the dragon-kings had upjumped far above their station. Their vanity was exceeded only by their ambition.

Ser Loras might be as pretty as a maiden’s dream, but underneath
his white cloak he was Tyrell to the bone. For all she knew, this night’s foul fruit had been planted and nurtured in Highgarden.

But that was a suspicion she dare not speak aloud.

“Allow me a moment to dress. Ser Osmund, you shall accompany me to the Tower of the Hand. Ser Boros, roust the gaolers and make certain the dwarf is still in his cell.” She would not say his name. He would never have found the courage to lift a hand against Father, she told herself, but she had to be certain.

“As Your Grace commands.” Blount surrendered the lantern to Ser Osmund. Cersei was not displeased to see the back of him. Father should never have restored him to the white. The man had proved himself a craven. By the time they left Maegor’s Holdfast, the sky had turned a deep cobalt blue, though the stars still shone. All but one, Cersei thought. The bright star of the west has fallen, and the nights will be darker now. She paused upon the drawbridge that spanned the dry moat, gazing down at the spikes below. They would not dare lie to me about such a thing. “Who found him?”

“One of his guards,” said Ser Osmund. “Lum. He felt a call of nature, and found his lordship in the privy.”

No, that cannot be. That is not the way a lion dies.
The queen felt strangely calm. She remembered the first time she had lost a tooth, when she was just a little girl. It hadn’t hurt, but the hole in her mouth felt so odd she could not stop touching it with her tongue. Now there is a hole in the world where Father stood, and holes want filling.

If Tywin Lannister was truly dead, no one was safe . . . least of all her son upon his throne. When the lion falls the lesser beasts move in: the jackals and the vultures and the feral dogs. They would try to push her aside, as they always had. She would need to move quickly, as she had when Robert died. This might be the work of Stannis Baratheon, through some catspaw. It could well be the prelude to another attack upon the city. She hoped it was. Let him come. I will smash him, just as Father did, and this time he will die. Stannis did not frighten her, no more than Mace Tyrell did. No one frightened her. She was a daughter of the Rock, a lion. There will be no more talk of forcing me to wed again. Casterly Rock was hers now, and all the power of House Lannister. No one would ever disregard her again. Even when Tommen had no further need of a regent, the Lady of Casterly Rock would remain a power in the land.

The rising sun had painted the tower tops a vivid red, but beneath the walls the night still huddled. The outer castle was so hushed that she could have believed all its people dead. They should be. It is not fitting for Tywin Lannister to die alone. Such a man deserves a retinue to attend his needs in hell.

Four spearmen in red cloaks and lion-crested helms were posted at the door of the Tower of the Hand. “No one is to enter or leave without my permission,” she told them. The command came easily to her. My father had steel in his voice as well.

Within the tower, the smoke from the torches irritated her eyes, but Cersei did not weep, no more than her father would have. I am the only true son he ever had. Her heels scraped against the stone as she climbed, and she could still hear the moth fluttering wildly inside Ser Osmund’s lantern. Die, the queen thought at it, in irritation, fly into the flame and be done with it.

Two more red-cloaked guardsmen stood atop the steps. Red Lester muttered a condolence as she passed. The queen’s breath was coming fast and short, and she could feel her heart fluttering in her chest. The steps, she told herself, this cursed tower has too many steps. She had half a mind to tear it down.

The hall was full of fools speaking in whispers, as if Lord Tywin were asleep and they were afraid to wake him. Guards and servants alike shrank back before her, mouths flapping. She saw their pink gums and waggling tongues, but their words made no more sense than the buzzing of the moth. What are they doing here? How did they know? By rights they should have called her first. She was the Queen Regent, had they forgotten that?

Before the Hand’s bedchamber stood Ser Meryn Trant in his white armor and cloak. The visor of his helm was open, and the bags beneath his eyes made him look still half-asleep. “Clear these people away,” Cersei told him.

“Is my father in the privy?”

“They carried him back to his bed, m’lady.” Ser Meryn pushed the door open for her to enter.

Morning light slashed through the shutters to paint golden bars upon the rushes strewn across the floor of the bedchamber. Her uncle Kevan was on his knees beside the bed, trying to pray, but he could scarcely get the words out. Guardsmen clustered near the hearth. The secret door that Ser Osmund had spoken of gaped open behind the ashes, no bigger than an oven. A man would need to crawl. But Tyrion is only half a man. The thought made her angry. No, the dwarf is locked in a black cell. This could not be his work. Stannis, she told herself, Stannis was behind it. He still has adherents in the city. Him, or the Tyrells . . . There had always been talk of secret passages within the Red Keep. Maegor the Cruel was supposed to have killed the men who built the castle to keep the knowledge of them secret. How many other bedchambers have hidden doors? Cersei had a sudden vision of the dwarf crawling out from behind a tapestry in Tommen’s bedchamber with blade in hand. Tommen is well guarded, she told herself. But Lord Tywin had been well guarded too.

For a moment she did not recognize the dead man. He had hair like her father, yes, but this was some other man, surely, a smaller man, and much older. His bedrobe was hiked up around his chest, leaving him naked below the waist. The quarrel had taken him in his groin between his navel and his manhood, and was sunk so deep that only the fletching showed. His pubic hair was stiff with dried blood. More was congealing in his navel.

The smell of him made her wrinkle her nose. “Take the quarrel out of him,” she commanded. “This is the King’s Hand!” And my father. My lord father. Should I scream and tear my hair? They said Catelyn Stark had clawed her own face to bloody ribbons when the Freys slew her precious Robb. Would you like that, Father? she wanted to ask him. Or would you want me to be strong? Did you weep for your own father? Her grandfather had died when she was only a year old, but she knew the story. Lord Tytos had grown very fat, and his heart burst one day when he was climbing the steps to his mistress. Her father was off in King’s Landing when it happened, serving as the Mad King’s Hand. Lord Tywin was often away in King’s Landing when she and Jaime were young. If he wept when they brought him word of his father’s death, he did it where no one could see the tears.

The queen could feel her nails digging into her palms.

“How could you leave him like this? My father was Hand to three kings, as great a man as ever strode the Seven Kingdoms. The bells must ring for him, as they rang for Robert. He must be bathed and dressed as befits his stature, in ermine and cloth-of-gold and crimson silk. Where is Pycelle? Where is Pycelle?” She turned to the guardsmen. “Puckens, bring Grand Maester Pycelle. He must see to Lord Tywin.”

“He’s seen him, Your Grace,” said Puckens. “He came and saw and went, to summon the silent sisters.”

They sent for me last.
The realization made her almost too angry for words. And Pycelle runs off to send a message rather than soil his soft, wrinkled hands. The man is useless. “Find Maester Ballabar,” she commanded. “Find Maester Frenken. Any of them.” Puckens and Shortear ran to obey. “Where is my brother?”

“Down the tunnel. There’s a shaft, with iron rungs set in the stone. Ser Jaime went to see how deep it goes.”

He has only one hand,
she wanted to shout at them. One of you should have gone. He has no business climbing ladders. The men who murdered Father might be down there, waiting for him. Her twin had always been too rash, and it would seem that even losing a hand had not taught him caution. She was about to command the guards to go down after him and bring him back when Puckens and Shortear returned with a grey-haired man between them.

“Your Grace,” said Shortear, “this here claims he was a maester.”

The man bowed low. “How may I serve Your Grace?”

His face was vaguely familiar, though Cersei could not place him. Old, but not so old as Pycelle. This one has some strength in him still. He was tall, though slightly stooped, with crinkles around his bold blue eyes. His throat is naked. “You wear no maester’s chain.”

“It was taken from me. My name is Qyburn, if it please Your Grace. I treated your brother’s hand.”

“His stump, you mean.” She remembered him now. He had come with Jaime from Harrenhal.

“I could not save Ser Jaime’s hand, it is true. My arts saved his arm, however, mayhaps his very life. The Citadel took my chain, but they could not take my knowledge.”

“You may suffice,” she decided. “If you fail me you will lose more than a chain, I promise you. Remove the quarrel from my father’s belly and make him ready for the silent sisters.”

“As my queen commands.” Qyburn went to the bedside, paused, looked back. “And how shall I deal with the girl, Your Grace?”

“Girl?” Cersei had overlooked the second body. She strode to the bed, flung aside the heap of bloody coverlets, and there she was, naked, cold, and pink . . . save for her face, which had turned as black as Joff ’s had at his wedding feast. A chain of linked golden hands was half-buried in the flesh of her throat, twisted so tight that it had broken the skin. Cersei hissed like an angry cat. “What is she doing here?”

“We found her there, Your Grace,” said Shortear. “It’s the Imp’s whore.” As if that explained why she was here. My lord father had no use for whores, she thought.

After our mother died he never touched a woman.
She gave the guardsman a chilly look. “This is not . . . when Lord Tywin’s father died he returned to Casterly Rock to find a . . . a woman of this sort . . . bedecked in his lady mother’s jewels, wearing one of her gowns. He stripped them off her, and all else as well. For a fortnight she was paraded naked through the streets of Lannisport, to confess to every man she met that she was a thief and a harlot. That was how Lord Tywin Lannister dealt with whores. He never . . . this woman was here for some other purpose, not for . . .”

“Perhaps his lordship was questioning the girl about her mistress,” Qyburn suggested. “Sansa Stark vanished the night the king was murdered, I have heard.”

“That’s so.” Cersei seized on the suggestion eagerly.

“He was questioning her, to be sure. There can be no doubt.” She could see Tyrion leering, his mouth twisted into a monkey’s grin beneath the ruin of his nose. And what better way to question her than naked, with her legs well spread? the dwarf whispered. That’s how I like to question her too.

The queen turned away. I will not look at her. Suddenly it was too much even to be in the same room as the dead woman. She pushed past Qyburn, out into the hall.

Ser Osmund had been joined by his brothers Osney and Osfryd. “There is a dead woman in the Hand’s bedchamber,” Cersei told the three Kettleblacks. “No one is ever to know that she was here.”

“Aye, m’lady.” Ser Osney had faint scratches on his cheek where another of Tyrion’s whores had clawed him.

“And what shall we do with her?”

“Feed her to your dogs. Keep her for a bedmate. What do I care? She was never here. I’ll have the tongue of any man who dares to say she was. Do you understand me?”

Osney and Osfryd exchanged a look. “Aye, Your Grace.”

She followed them back inside and watched as they bundled the girl up in her father’s bloody blankets. Shae, her name was Shae. They had last spoken the night before the dwarf ’s trial by combat, after that smiling Dornish snake offered to champion him. Shae had been asking about some jewels Tyrion had given her, and certain promises Cersei might have made, a manse in the city and a knight to marry her. The queen made it plain that the whore would have nothing of her until she told them where Sansa Stark had gone. “You were her maid. Do you expect me to believe that you knew nothing of her plans?” she had said. Shae left in tears.

Ser Osfryd slung the bundled corpse up over his shoulder.

“I want that chain,” Cersei said. “See that you do not scratch the gold.” Osfryd nodded and started toward the door. “No, not through the yard.” She gestured toward the secret passage. “There’s a shaft down to the dungeons. That way.” As Ser Osfryd went down on one knee before thehearth, the light brightened within, and the queen heard
noises. Jaime emerged bent over like an old woman, his boots kicking up puffs of soot from Lord Tywin’s last fire.

“Get out of my way,” he told the Kettleblacks.

Cersei rushed toward him. “Did you find them? Did you find the killers? How many were there?” Surely there had been more than one. One man alone could not have killed her father.

Her twin’s face had a haggard look. “The shaft goes down to a chamber where half a dozen tunnels meet. They’re closed off by iron gates, chained and locked. I need to find keys.” He glanced around the bedchamber.

“Whoever did this might still be lurking in the walls. It’s a maze back there, and dark.”

She imagined Tyrion creeping between the walls like some monstrous rat. No. You are being silly. The dwarf is in his cell. “Take hammers to the walls. Knock this tower down, if you must. I want them found. Whoever did this. I want them killed.”

Jaime hugged her, his good hand pressing against the small of her back. He smelled of ash, but the morning sun was in his hair, giving it a golden glow. She wanted to draw his face to hers for a kiss. Later, she told herself, later he will come to me, for comfort. “We are his heirs, Jaime,” she whispered. “It will be up to us to finish his work. You must take Father’s place as Hand. You see that now, surely. Tommen will need you . . .”

He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. “A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don’t ask me to rule.”

Their uncle heard the rebuff. Qyburn as well, and the Kettleblacks, wrestling their bundle through the ashes. Even the guardsmen heard, Puckens and Hoke the Horseleg and Shortear. It will be all over the castle by nightfall. Cersei felt the heat rising up her cheeks. “Rule? I said naught of ruling. I shall rule until my son comes of age.”

“I don’t know who I pity more,” her brother said.

“Tommen, or the Seven Kingdoms.”

She slapped him. Jaime’s arm rose to catch the blow, cat-quick . . . but this cat had a cripple’s stump in place of a right hand. Her fingers left red marks on his cheek. The sound brought their uncle to his feet. “Your father lies here dead. Have the decency to take your quarrel outside.”

Jaime inclined his head in apology. “Forgive us, Uncle. My sister is sick with grief. She forgets herself.”

She wanted to slap him again for that. I must have been mad to think he could be Hand. She would sooner abolish the office. When had a Hand ever brought her anything but grief ? Jon Arryn put Robert Baratheon in her bed, and before he died he’d begun sniffing about her and Jaime as well. Eddard Stark took up right where Arryn had left off; his meddling had forced her to rid herself of Robert sooner than she would have liked, before she could deal with his pestilential brothers. Tyrion sold Myrcella to the Dornishmen, made one of her sons his hostage, and murdered the other. And when Lord Tywin returned to King’s Landing . . .

The next Hand will know his place,
she promised her-self. It would have to be Ser Kevan. Her uncle was tireless, prudent, unfailingly obedient. She could rely on him, as her father had. The hand does not argue with the head. She had a realm to rule, but she would need new men to help her rule it. Pycelle was a doddering lickspittle, Jaime had lost his courage with his sword hand, and Mace Tyrell and his cronies Redwyne and Rowan could not be trusted. For all she knew they might have had a part in this. Lord Tyrell had to know that he would never rule the Seven Kingdoms so long as Tywin Lannister lived.

I will need to move carefully with that one.
The city was full of his men, and he’d even managed to plant one of his sons in the Kingsguard, and meant to plant his daughter in Tommen’s bed. It still made her furious to think that Father had agreed to betroth Tommen to Margaery Tyrell. The girl is twice his age and twice widowed. Mace Tyrell claimed his daughter was still virgin, but Cersei had her doubts. Joffrey had been murdered before he could bed the girl, but she had been wed to Renly first . . . A man may prefer the taste of hippocras, yet if you set a tankard of ale before him, he will quaff it quick enough. She must command Lord Varys to find out what he could.

That stopped her where she stood. She had forgotten about Varys. He should be here. He is always here. Whenever anything of import happened in the Red Keep, the eunuch appeared as if from nowhere. Jaime is here, and Uncle Kevan, and Pycelle has come and gone, but not Varys. A cold finger touched her spine. He was part of this. He must have feared that Father meant to have his head, so he struck first. Lord Tywin had never had any love for the simpering master of whisperers. And if any man knew the Red Keep’s secrets, it was surely the master of whisperers. He must have made common cause with Lord Stannis. They served together on Robert’s council, after all . . .

Cersei strode to the door of the bedchamber, to Ser Meryn Trant. “Trant, bring me Lord Varys. Squealing and squirming if need be, but unharmed.”

“As Your Grace commands.”

But no sooner had one Kingsguard departed than another one returned. Ser Boros Blount was red-faced and puffing from his headlong rush up the steps. “Gone,” he panted, when he saw the queen. He sank to one knee. “The Imp . . . his cell’s open, Your Grace . . . no sign of him anywhere . . .”

The dream was true.
“I gave orders,” she said. “He was to be kept under guard, night and day . . .”

Blount’s chest was heaving. “One of the gaolers has gone missing too. Rugen, his name was. Two other men we found asleep.”

It was all she could do not to scream. “I hope you did not wake them, Ser Boros. Let them sleep.”

“Sleep?” He looked up, jowly and confused. “Aye, Your Grace. How long shall–”

“Forever. See that they sleep forever, ser. I will not suffer guards to sleep on watch.” He is in the walls. He killed Father as he killed Mother, as he killed Joff. The dwarf would come for her as well, the queen knew, just as the old woman had promised her in the dimness of that tent. I laughed in her face, but she had powers. I saw my future in a drop of blood. My doom. Her legs were weak as water. Ser Boros tried to take her by the arm, but the queen recoiled from his touch. For all she knew he might be one of Tyrion’s creatures. “Get away from me,” she said. “Get away!” She staggered to a settle.

“Your Grace?” said Blount. “Shall I fetch a cup of water?”

It is blood I need, not water. Tyrion’s blood, the blood of the
valonqar . The torches spun around her. Cersei closed her eyes, and saw the dwarf grinning at her. No, she thought, no, I was almost rid of you. But his fingers had closed around her neck, and she could feel them beginning to tighten.

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Dan Berger
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Too long by half but still draws you in
Reviewed in the United States on October 8, 2018
I was pleasantly surprised by this fourth installment of the “Game of Thrones” series. It picks up the pace after previous installments dragged with various characters’ endless wanderings. The story line deviates from that of the TV series enough to make it fresh... See more
I was pleasantly surprised by this fourth installment of the “Game of Thrones” series. It picks up the pace after previous installments dragged with various characters’ endless wanderings.

The story line deviates from that of the TV series enough to make it fresh even if you watch the latter. I spent time checking maps and websites to firm up my understanding of what went by in a blur on TV.

This series is too long by half. Martin unnecessarily draws out scenes involving minor characters, and constantly introduces avoidable new ones. The cast of characters is so long it occupies nearly 10 percent of this volume. Martin has managed, though, to create a whole world, one even wider and more developed than Tolkien’s Middle Earth, and in its many shades of gray more realistic and adult than the latter. I must credit him.

I found, say, a chapter on Arya’s wandering through Braavos, selling shellfish to many as she gathers information, to be quite evocative and beautiful. Martin could have covered this episode in her saga in a few paragraphs, but instead took a longer and more artistic option, and the result is quite lovely.

This story begins after Tyrion Lannister murders his father Tywin and flees. His sister Cersei Lannister, still Regent but now in charge with her powerful father gone, needs a new Hand to replace him. Her brother Jaime won’t take it, earning her resentment, and catalyzing a growing rift between the two.

For Jaime’s own part he’s jealous over the infidelities of his twin, whom he incestuously loves. Others turn her down too. Cersei is fun to read, but truly an evil queen. We don’t dismiss her, though, because the theme of this vicious game is what it takes to seize power and hold it, and what happens to those who lose. Our world isn’t that different, and we have to ask ourselves, if we were in Cersei’s place, might we make the same choices?

Not wanting Jaime around, Cersei sends him north to secure the huge, strategic Harrenhal castle and to take Riverrun, where the last Tully brother holds out. The TV series didn’t develop the siblings’ growing alienation as much, or Jaime’s realization of the monster his sister is becoming.

Sansa and Littlefinger hole up at the Eyrie. Sansa must keep a secret - that Littlefinger murdered his bride Lisa Arryn - and deceive Arryn bannermen, suspicious of this newly arrived usurper. Sansa sees the depth of Littlefinger’s corruption: he murdered Lisa to protect Sansa, but had planned to all along to seize power over the fief.

Arya arrives in Braavos, finds the House of Black and White, and finally wins their trust enough to begin training as an assassin. She is ordered to eradicate every trace of her former self, but nurtures deep down her secret dream of revenge.

Sam endures a harrowing voyage south to shelter Gilly and her baby with Sam’s family. They lay over in Braavos, where Sam encounters Arya without either realizing their connection through Jon Snow. They are stranded when the Night Watch’s aged maester they accompany - one of the last of the royal Targaryens - is too sick to go on. Sam gloms to Gilly’s tragic secret as he searches desperately to get to Oldtown and the Citadel.

In the Iron Islands, with Balon Greyjoy dead, a new king must be chosen by the people. Balon’s niece Asha throws her hat in, but too few ironborn will accept a woman leader. Another of Balon’s brothers, now high priest, desperately tries to stop another brother, the wicked Euron - whom readers know murdered Balon - from becoming king. A third brother contends but doesn’t have Euron’s ability to sway a crowd. The TV show had Asha’s brother Theon involved here, but in the book he’s been MIA for a couple of volumes.

Brienne roams the riverlands searching for Sansa, trying not to name and thus endanger her. Brienne must endure men resentful of a woman knight, including Sam’s nasty father Randyll Tarly, who’s scouring outlaws from the war-ravaged land. It’s a lot easier when it comes to blows, since the towering Brienne can vanquish almost any man she fights.

The book develops, much further than the TV show, the Sand Snakes plotting in Dorne against their crippled and cautious uncle. They want revenge against the Lannisters for their father’s death. Cersei’s daughter Myrcella is a Martell hostage and a pawn in the game. The focus on TV is the prince’s colorfully violent bastard nieces, but here it’s on his more conventional daughter Arienne, who plays a high-stakes game using her feminine wiles on Myrcella’s bodyguard, Arys Oakheart of Jaime’s officially celibate King’s Guard.

Back in King’s Landing, Cersei surrounds herself with mediocrities after alienating those few good people who might have helped her. She wants to eliminate her young son’s bride, Margaery Tyrell, as a rival. She fears the latter aims to depose Cersei through the boy king she increasingly influences.

We don’t see Tyrion, Daenarys, Jon, Stannis, the Onion Lord, or Bran (I don’t miss him, he bores me, along with his frog-gigging companions), but the story still drew me in.

Westeros is a chaotic mess after years of civil war. Much of it, particularly the central Riverlands, is a smoking, corpse-choked ruin, full of orphans, broken people and bandits. There are rumors of dragons across the sea.
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Not the best installment in the series
Reviewed in the United States on November 16, 2017
This one is not the best in the series. Unfortunately, the author seems to delight in killing off the most memorable characters. Further, in this novel, the author deliberately tries to confuse the reader as to who the characters are. Sansa and Arrya both repeatedly take... See more
This one is not the best in the series. Unfortunately, the author seems to delight in killing off the most memorable characters. Further, in this novel, the author deliberately tries to confuse the reader as to who the characters are. Sansa and Arrya both repeatedly take fake names and suddenly the chapters refer to them that way. Then the author introduces a gaggle of pretty forgettable new characters. All of this serves to make this installment only good, not great (as were the first three).

Make no mistake, this is still a novel worth reading and I am still captured by the whole Game of Thrones saga. But the author could have done much better and that makes this one frustrating. RJB.
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Ken Helms
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A slight let-down compared to the first three books
Reviewed in the United States on September 7, 2018
This book continues to advance the story, sort of. Not all of the characters from the first three novels are present in this book but Martin assures his readers that the missing ones will appear in the next book which will cover the same time frame as this one. The familiar... See more
This book continues to advance the story, sort of. Not all of the characters from the first three novels are present in this book but Martin assures his readers that the missing ones will appear in the next book which will cover the same time frame as this one. The familiar people we do get to follow in this book often seem to be chasing their tails and do not always advance the plot very much. By the end, Martin leaves us with several cliff-hangers with very little resolved. This book does introduce several new characters some of which may or may not be important or even interesting. It is still a very good book and I would not do so much knit-picking if the first three weren''t so much better by comparison.
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3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Book 4 Disappoints
Reviewed in the United States on August 15, 2017
Even though I have watched the TV series closely from the very beginning, I still thoroughly enjoyed now reading Books 1, 2, and 3. But I have finally wound down my enthusiasm. Book 4 was just too crowded with nonessential information and characters. Maybe all this... See more
Even though I have watched the TV series closely from the very beginning, I still thoroughly enjoyed now reading Books 1, 2, and 3. But I have finally wound down my enthusiasm. Book 4 was just too crowded with nonessential information and characters. Maybe all this information will be necessary in the long run, but I didn''t follow it as closely as with the prior books. It was tedious.

But I look forward to the next book anyway, and will order it tonight. So, here''s hoping to return to the good action again.

Last night I watched the TV show as usual....nothing has dimmed my interest there. JON SNOW TOUCHED THE DRAGON''S FACE !! So they can do anything or kill anybody off now, I have seen the best part.
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Lori
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Left unsaid
Reviewed in the United States on July 3, 2018
At first I was like “where is everyone else?” Then I got to the last page and read the authors note about how he broke it up into 2 books since there was so much to cover. If you haven’t seen it read this, stop reading. Ok, so This wasn’t my favorite book in the series so... See more
At first I was like “where is everyone else?” Then I got to the last page and read the authors note about how he broke it up into 2 books since there was so much to cover. If you haven’t seen it read this, stop reading. Ok, so This wasn’t my favorite book in the series so far. The chapters I was interested in reading were about Cersi, Jaime and Brienne (in that order) and I didn’t get excited about Briennes part until the last chapter of her. Now I’m like WTF happened to her?! Anyway, back to Cersi, reading about her made me understand why she is like this. She wants to be treated as an equal so she does ruthless things that she believes men would do in her place. Still a bitch though. Jaime, he certainly changes after having his hand cut off and traveling with Brienne in the last book. I kind of felt bad for him, but I think he needed that to happen in order for him to change. Otherwise he’d still be a dick. I like that there was an underlining show of respect (or affection if you really wanted it that way) with Jaime and Brienne. A part of me wants them together lol The book also talked about Arya and Sansa. It was more about their journey of what they go through to end up where they should be in the next book or so. Exciting, nope, but I guess necessary. I see why a lot of people didn’t like this.
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SPad
3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Narrator is Misrepresented on the Box - Not Roy Dotrice!
Reviewed in the United States on October 29, 2018
I''m about 1/4 of the way through this volume of GoT and having a very hard time with the narrator''s mispronunciation of names and places and his much to be desired voice characterizations. The box alludes to the narrator being Roy Dotrice, who narrated books 1-3, but does... See more
I''m about 1/4 of the way through this volume of GoT and having a very hard time with the narrator''s mispronunciation of names and places and his much to be desired voice characterizations. The box alludes to the narrator being Roy Dotrice, who narrated books 1-3, but does not actually state he is THE narrator for "A Feast for Crows". Also the sound quality is muffled and much poorer than books 1-3. After some research I found that someone named John Lee narrated this book originally because Mr. Dotrice was too ill to do it. However apparently Random House had the book re-recorded by Mr. Dotrice at a later date due to fan demand. THE BOOK I RECEIVED FROM AMAZON IS NOT THE ROY DOTRICE VERSION! It''s extremely annoying to hear Mr. Lee calling Sansa, "Sansar" and so on with other characters. Still loving the series, but this is really detracting from the story. Buyer beware!
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Travis Bughi
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Going downhill...
Reviewed in the United States on August 3, 2020
This won''t be short. If you''ve been following my reviews of this series, you''ll notice I''ve been compelled to give the series thus far 5 out of 5, yet now I''m giving this one a 3 star? What gives? The problem is that the novelty has worn off, and I''m finding... See more
This won''t be short.

If you''ve been following my reviews of this series, you''ll notice I''ve been compelled to give the series thus far 5 out of 5, yet now I''m giving this one a 3 star? What gives? The problem is that the novelty has worn off, and I''m finding GRRM''s gluttony for sadness and despair is breaking my ability to relate to and immerse in his story. It really comes down to just one single point:

I have no one left to cheer for: In this story, it is becoming laughingly predictable that the better of a person you are, the more likely you are to die a horrendous death or be otherwise maimed and destroyed. When deaths happened in book 1, I felt them. I was shocked. I was surprised. Now? I find I don''t really care about any of the characters. Hell, half of them I want to die just because I hate reading from their perspective (cough, Sam, cough). I really reading this book now to find out how it ends. I''m not ROOTING for anyone! How f''n sad is that? GRRM''s obsession with murdering characters has trained me to not empathize with anyone. You''d think I''d at least root for someone, right? Nah. Just end the series, bro.

Like I said, I''m a big character guy. I read stories for the characters (like most people), so when a story is so hellbent on slaying anyone worthy of cheering, or otherwise converting them to a horror or a bore, I lose a lot of steam. The storytelling is still great, the world is deep, and the history is interesting, except now it''s not. With each new land and house, a dump truck of information I don''t care about is unloaded upon me. Like Dorne. Don''t care about them either.

I''m really just reading for Stannis at this point. There are a few others that hold some mild interest to me, but I''m not cheering for them. I expect them to die rather quickly, and if they don''t, I probably won''t be elated either, unfortunately.

I''ll finish ADWD, but I may very well end my adventure into this series there, depending on how it goes.
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Braedon Giblin
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
A real Sleeper in the ASOIaF series
Reviewed in the United States on September 1, 2020
People seem to dislike this book most of the series. I think this is primarily because of the ''split'' nature of books 4 and 5 (both books cover the same time period, but covers different regions of the world / different POVs). This is mildly problematic, as it really is a... See more
People seem to dislike this book most of the series. I think this is primarily because of the ''split'' nature of books 4 and 5 (both books cover the same time period, but covers different regions of the world / different POVs). This is mildly problematic, as it really is a symptom of GRRM losing focus on the main plotlines and really beginning all kinds of plot lines. That being said, I still found both books to be very enjoyable.

Feast for Crows starts out riding a high from Storm of Swords. Storm had so much happening, so many drastic changes in powers, characters, and even the world at whole. Also, Storm of course featured several large events that drastically shook up the situation in many storylines. So, what does Feast accomplish? Feast is really about stability. There really isn''t any massive, crazy exciting events that occur, but we can see the foundations of the end game really get laid. Many characters rise to new prominence, and we see existing front line characters really solidify there place in the world.

Many of the storylines heavily foreshadow some insane events in the future, and that just makes my excitement for the last two books in the series (assuming we get them!) even greater.

In general, while this is really a "tie over" book that cleans up the aftermath of Storm nicely, it is still very enjoyable book. Plenty of action, plenty of character development, and enough interesting storylines to keep the whole plot moving.
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Matthew R. Bell
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Full of magic, politics and palpable paranoia.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 9, 2018
"The Lannisters are in power on the Iron Throne. As plots, intrigue and battle threaten to engulf Westeros, victory will go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel and the coldest hearts..." Jesus, A Feast for Crows is massive! I am exhausted... (Which...See more
"The Lannisters are in power on the Iron Throne. As plots, intrigue and battle threaten to engulf Westeros, victory will go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel and the coldest hearts..." Jesus, A Feast for Crows is massive! I am exhausted... (Which is why I''ll probably keep this review short. That and I''m lazy...) For the fourth entry in A Song of Ice and Fire, Martin pulls back the pace and ups the scale. We''re definitely more contemplative as Westeros tries to manage the consequences of the war for the Iron Throne, a war that threatens to reignite at every turn. It''s both a good and bad thing. It''s good because A Feast of Crows returns to its harrowing focus on politics and paranoia as some try to ensure their claims and others try to extend theirs, and bad because a lot of immediacy and accuracy are lost. Overall, however, Martin brings another epic entry to the table, spinning webs with countless spiders, and all of them are ravenous... SPOILER WARNING (Should only be for the synopsis, and they won''t be too surprising.) Synopsis (Not a copy from the book, but I always keep my interpretations close.) The Lannisters reign supreme, for the most part. War has been reduced to embers and the Iron Throne has its king, but for how long? From the ashes arise new contentions, new plots and new enemies. Battles have moved from the field back to the shadows and whispers. Cersei fights to remain Queen; Jaime hunts for his purpose; Brienne searches for the lost; the Iron Isles elect a new and terrifying king; Sansa remains hidden; and Arya continues her training under the Many-Faced God. But not all of them can have their happy endings. Some will have to watch their nightmares come to life and devour them piece by bloody piece... Plot - 4/5 Stars There are a lot of aspects to A Feast for Crows, but I''ll try to keep things succinct. With the war dying down, our distinctive characters are far from safe. A shadow war is waged and fought in whispers. Shady politics rule as everyone tries to get ahead of one another. It''s probably the most engaging part of the plot, and reminds me of this series'' first entry: A Game of Thrones. In most ways that''s what we''re back to. The story sets up mostly new threads as the old ones burn. A consequence of having A Storm of Swords as a predecessor is that this entry comes across less focused and unsure of itself. The previous novel is sharp and shocking, with huge events capitalising on a lot of plots. A Feast for Crows, while exciting, is a little scattered. There is an abundance of repetition, and sometimes I started a chapter almost identical to the last. In saying that, there are so many wonderful things that it''s worth it. Suspense and tension are phenomenal bedfellows as you adventure through the story. The land is tenuous and rife with danger, ensuring every corner leaves your heart in your throat. Pace - 4/5 Stars Slow and steady, even when we come to some chilling cliffhangers the pace never picks up from its wander. It''s rarely a hardship, due in large part to Martin''s beguiling writing and lovable cast, but I recommend taking A Feast for Crows sparingly. Try to fly through it and it''ll consume you. Characters - 4/5 Stars We meet a plethora of new cast members this time around, and for the majority they''re fantastic. The author has a way with backgrounds and personalities that make every character feel like the most important one in the entire series. We also focus on some familiar faces we haven''t seen much insight to. They''ve been prevalent in previous novels, but A Feast for Crows gives us a better look at their mindsets and plans. There are notable viewpoints missing: Jon Snow, Tyrion and Daenerys. I definitely missed them, but I''m content enough with what we''re given. Of those we are, the progression and development are, as always, sensational. A Feast for Crows might not blow your socks off with its epic-ness, but it will satisfy you with its enthralling character studies. Writing - 4.5/5 Stars Apart from some sayings you''ll find used over and over again, Martin shines as the wordsmith that he undeniably is. His attention to detail, the story''s continuity, the characters'' development, are all staggering. You can sometimes feel a little overwhelmed by the amount of information you''re handed, but it gives you something to mull over in your quieter moments. Overall - 4/5 Stars Not my most favourite entry, but a slouch it is not. For medieval fantasy full of magic, politics and palpable paranoia, you could do a hell of a lot worse.
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Rick Brindle
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Nuggets of action amid a sea of tedium
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 22, 2020
OK, so these books have sold loads, so I''m sure opinions vary. Right, these books are an excellent idea, the characters are brilliant, but the execution sucks! If these books were a rock album, they''d be anything by Meat Loaf: overblown, great swathes of huge talent, mixed...See more
OK, so these books have sold loads, so I''m sure opinions vary. Right, these books are an excellent idea, the characters are brilliant, but the execution sucks! If these books were a rock album, they''d be anything by Meat Loaf: overblown, great swathes of huge talent, mixed in equal measure by utter tedium. If this book was half it''s given size, it would be amazing, but I ended up getting irritated by the excessive detail, banners, family histories and micro descriptions. Half the time I shouted at the narrative to get on with it. That said, curiosity will make me read the rest, having got this far, but I don''t suppose the formula will change much. So, the story more or less progresses with Cersei, Jamie, Brienne, Sam, Asha, and maybe a few others, if only it happened with a bit more pace. Other books you might like to read Cold Steel on the Rocks We Are Cold Steel Kalter Stahl auf den Felsen
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Pete
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Long and dull with insufficient action - recommend just watching the tv series now
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on April 23, 2019
I''ve given up now. This book was long and dull as he decides to split the story into two books so what you get here is the introduction of new characters. The parallel book is equally long and dull. Whilst at the beginning I preferred the books for their added depth, I now...See more
I''ve given up now. This book was long and dull as he decides to split the story into two books so what you get here is the introduction of new characters. The parallel book is equally long and dull. Whilst at the beginning I preferred the books for their added depth, I now prefer the brevity of the tv shows. And why do they bother to print all the detailed maps of Kings landing in the books when so much of the action has moved elsewhere. The huge family trees at the back of the books indicate the problem, the author introduces too many names and just waters down the main story line as you wonder if a character is going to have any impact or not.
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Partick Potter
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Lacks purpose and character
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on May 5, 2020
This 4th book in the Game of Thrones series focuses on events in the south of Westeros following the tumultuous conclusion of A Storm of Swords. It suffers by comparison. It does have its highlights, particularly the development of the terrible twins which reaches a...See more
This 4th book in the Game of Thrones series focuses on events in the south of Westeros following the tumultuous conclusion of A Storm of Swords. It suffers by comparison. It does have its highlights, particularly the development of the terrible twins which reaches a wonderful conclusion at the end of the book, but the omission of several leading characters of the first book, particularly Tyrion, and the huge drama that is “The Wall” makes this volume significantly less compelling than its predecessors. This is compounded by a plot that drifts as characters seem to wander aimlessly around Westeros achieving nothing in particular typified by Brienne’s story, a good character on a pointless and vacuous quest.
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Mark
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Better on second read-through
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on May 18, 2020
The first time i read this, it definitely suffered in comparison to the first three books: the pace is a lot slower, and the events less momentous. I recently re-read the whole series, however, and "Feast" was unexpectedly one of the more enjoyable books - the focus on...See more
The first time i read this, it definitely suffered in comparison to the first three books: the pace is a lot slower, and the events less momentous. I recently re-read the whole series, however, and "Feast" was unexpectedly one of the more enjoyable books - the focus on characters and the nuances of the fallout of the previous drama is more enjoyable when you''re not constantly waiting for the "big bangs" of the first three books.
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