A Clash of Kings (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 2)冰与火之歌2：列王的纷争 英文原版 [精装] pdf epub mobi txt 电子书 下载 2025

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George R. R. Martin（乔治 R·R·马丁） 著

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• 奇幻
• 史诗奇幻
• 冰与火之歌
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• A Clash of Kings
• 列王的纷争
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• 中世纪

出版社： Bantam Dell

ISBN：9780553108033

商品编码：19041749

包装：精装

出版时间：1999-02-02

用纸：胶版纸

页数：768

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：16.51x4.83x24.13cm;1.09kg

内容简介

THE BOOK BEHIND THE SECOND SEASON OF GAME OF THRONES, AN ORIGINAL SERIES NOW ON HBO.

George R. R. Martin, a writer of unsurpassed vision, power, and imagination, has created a landmark of fantasy fiction. In his widely acclaimed A Game of Thrones, he introduced us to an extraordinary world of wonder, intrigue, and adventure. Now, in the eagerly awaited second volume in this epic saga, he once again proves himself a master myth-maker, setting a standard against which all other fantasy novels will be measured for years to come.

Time is out of joint. The summer of peace and plenty, ten years long, is drawing to a close, and the harsh, chill winter approaches like an angry beast. Two great leaders—Lord Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon—who held sway over an age of enforced peace are dead . . . victims of royal treachery. Now, from the ancient citadel of Dragonstone to the forbidding shores of Winterfell, chaos reigns, as pretenders to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms prepare to stake their claims through tempest, turmoil, and war.

As a prophecy of doom cuts across the sky—a comet the color of blood and flame—six factions struggle for control of a divided land. Eddard’s son Robb has declared himself King in the North. In the south, Joffrey, the heir apparent, rules in name only, victim of the scheming courtiers who teem over King’s Landing. Robert’s two brothers each seek their own dominion, while a disfavored house turns once more to conquest. And a continent away, an exiled queen, the Mother of Dragons, risks everything to lead her precious brood across a hard hot desert to win back the crown that is rightfully hers.

A Clash of Kings transports us into a magnificent, forgotten land of revelry and revenge, wizardry and warfare. It is a tale in which maidens cavort with madmen, brother plots against brother, and the dead rise to walk in the night. Here a princess masquerades as an orphan boy; a knight of the mind prepares a poison for a treacherous sorceress; and wild men descend from the Mountains of the Moon to ravage the countryside.

Against a backdrop of incest and fratricide, alchemy and murder, the price of glory may be measured in blood. And the spoils of victory may just go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel . . . and the coldest hearts. For when rulers clash, all of the land feels the tremors.

Audacious, inventive, brilliantly imagined, A Clash of Kings is a novel of dazzling beauty and boundless enchantment—a tale of pure excitement you will never forget.

作者简介

George R. R. Martin's bestselling A Song of Ice and Fire fantasy series has earned him the title of 'the American Tolkien'. The first book of the series has been made into a HBO TV adaptation, A Game of Thrones. He is the author of eight novels, several collections of short stories and numerous screenplays for television drama and feature films. He lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

　　乔治·雷蒙德·理查德·马丁（Geoger Raymond Richard Martin）欧美奇幻小说大师。1948年9月20日出生于美国新泽西州的贝约恩，在伊利诺伊州伊凡斯顿的西北大学就读，主修新闻写作，1971年取得硕士学位。马丁的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》，以及当代正统奇幻的第一经典《冰与火之歌》等。由于马丁的辉煌成就，他被誉为美国的托尔金和新世纪的海明威。从1989年开始，马丁淡出文学界，转而投身演艺界发展，其中包括《美女与野兽》的编剧和The Twilight Zone的剧本编辑。1996年他才重返文坛而开始奇幻文学的创作，处女作便是《权力的游戏》（The Game Of Throne），即为《冰与火之歌》（The Song Of Fire And Ice）的首部曲。虽然封笔几近10年，但大师风范犹在，《权力的游戏》甫出便拿下了British Fantasy Society、 世界奇幻奖和星云奖年度最佳幻想作品提名，即使是由其中抽取章节编成的Blood of the Dragon也获得多个最佳中篇奖，在科幻奇幻界引起极大的反响。在非官方的不记名奇幻作品投票中，《冰与火之歌》俨然已经可以和《魔戒》平起平坐，作者网站的访问量也是和斯蒂芬·金、J.K.罗琳等不相上下，其受欢迎的程度可见一斑。他的读者群早已是远远的超越奇幻科幻爱好者的范围，而受到更为广泛的关注。
　　权力的游戏已在HBO播出。乔治·马丁被时代杂志评选为2011年影响世界的一百人。

精彩书评

In the sequel to A Game of Thrones (1996), Martin skillfully limns the complicated, bitter politics of an inbred aristocracy, among whom an 11-year-old may be a bride, a ward, or a hostage, depending on the winds of war. Each of four men pronounces himself the rightful king, and the land of Westeros shudders with battles and betrayals. The dark, crisp plotting will please fans of the layered intrigues of Dorothy Dunnett or Robert Graves, and Graves' Claudius is echoed by the character of Queen Cersei's dwarf brother, Tyrion. Other notable characters are crippled eight-year-old Bran; Melisandre, a beautiful, menacing priestess; and Ser Davos, who won knighthood breaking a siege with a boatload of dried fish. Over all hover the threats of decades-long winter and the rebirth of the loathsome, magical Old Powers. Aided by an appendix of kings and their courts, Clash can be enjoyed on its own, though many then may retreat to Game, reread Clash, and impatiently await more of Westeros.
--Roberta Johnson

"The second novel of Martin's titanic Ice and Fire Saga [is]...a truly epic fantasy set in a world bedecked with 8000 years of history, beset by an imminent winter that will last ten years and bedazzled by swords and spells wielded to devastating effect....Here, he provides a banquet for fantasy lovers with large appetites."
--Publishers Weekley, starred review

精彩书摘

Tyrion
In the chilly white raiment of the Kingsguard, Ser Mandon Moore looked like a corpse in a shroud. "Her Grace left orders, the council in session is not to be disturbed."
"I would be only a small disturbance, ser." Tyrion slid the parchment from his sleeve. "I bear a letter from my father, Lord Tywin Lannister, the Hand of the King. There is his seal."
"Her Grace does not wish to be disturbed," Ser Mandon repeated slowly, as if Tyrion were a dullard who had not heard him the first time.
Jaime had once told him that Moore was the most dangerous of the Kingsguard--excepting himself, always--because his face gave no hint as what he might do next. Tyrion would have welcomed a hint. Bronn and Timett could likely kill the knight if it came to swords, but it would scarcely bode well if he began by slaying one of Joffrey's protectors. Yet if he let the man turn him away, where was his authority? He made himself smile. "Ser Mandon, you have not met my companions. This is Timett son of Timett, a red hand of the Burned Men. And this is Bronn. Perchance you recall Ser Vardis Egen, who was captain of Lord Arryn's household guard?"
"I know the man." Ser Mandon's eyes were pale grey, oddly flat and lifeless.
"Knew," Bronn corrected with a thin smile.
Ser Mandon did not deign to show that he had heard that.
"Be that as it may," Tyrion said lightly, "I truly must see my sister and present my letter, ser. If you would be so kind as to open the door for us?"
The white knight did not respond. Tyrion was almost at the point of trying to force his way past when Ser Mandon abruptly stood aside. "You may enter. They may not."
A small victory, he thought, but sweet. He had passed his first test. Tyrion Lannister shouldered through the door, feeling almost tall. Five members of the king's small council broke off their discussion suddenly. "You," his sister Cersei said in a tone that was equal parts disbelief and distaste.
"I can see where Joffrey learned his courtesies." Tyrion paused to admire the pair of Valyrian sphinxes that guarded the door, affecting an air of casual confidence. Cersei could smell weakness the way a dog smells fear.
"What are you doing here?" His sister's lovely green eyes studied him without the least hint of affection.
"Delivering a letter from our lord father." He sauntered to the table and placed the tightly rolled parchment between them.
The eunuch Varys took the letter and turned it in his delicate powdered hands. "How kind of Lord Tywin. And his sealing wax is such a lovely shade of gold." Varys gave the seal a close inspection. "It gives every appearance of being genuine."
"Of course it's genuine." Cersei snatched it out of his hands. She broke the wax and unrolled the parchment.
Tyrion watched her read. His sister had taken the king's seat for herself--he gathered Joffrey did not often trouble to attend council meetings, no more than Robert had--so Tyrion climbed up into the Hand's chair. It seemed only appropriate.
"This is absurd," the queen said at last. "My lord father has sent my brother to sit in his place in this council. He bids us accept Tyrion as the Hand of the King, until such time as he himself can join us."
Grand Maester Pycelle stroked his flowing white beard and nodded ponderously. "It would seem that a welcome is in order."
"Indeed." Jowly, balding Janos Slynt looked rather like a frog, a smug frog who had gotten rather above himself. "We have sore need of you, my lord. Rebellion everywhere, this grim omen in the sky, rioting in the city streets . . ."
"And whose fault is that, Lord Janos?" Cersei lashed out. "Your gold cloaks are charged with keeping order. As to you, Tyrion, you could better serve us on the field of battle."
He laughed. "No, I'm done with fields of battle, thank you. I sit a chair better than a horse, and I'd sooner hold a wine goblet than a battle-axe. All that about the thunder of the drums, sunlight flashing on armor, magnificent destriers snorting and prancing? Well, the drums gave me headaches, the sunlight flashing on my armor cooked me up like a harvest day goose, and those magnificent destriers shit everywhere. Not that I am complaining. Compared to the hospitality I enjoyed in the Vale of Arryn, drums, horseshit, and fly bites are my favorite things."
Littlefinger laughed. "Well said, Lannister. A man after my own heart."
Tyrion smiled at him, remembering a certain dagger with a dragonbone hilt and a Valyrian steel blade. We must have a talk about that, and soon. He wondered if Lord Petyr would find that subject amusing as well. "Please," he told them, "do let me be of service, in whatever small way I can."
Cersei read the letter again. "How many men have you brought with you?"
"A few hundred. My own men, chiefly. Father was loath to part with any of his. He is fighting a war, after all."
"What use will your few hundred men be if Renly marches on the city, or Stannis sails from Dragonstone? I ask for an army and my father sends me a dwarf. The king names the Hand, with the consent of council. Joffrey named our lord father."
"And our lord father named me."
"He cannot do that. Not without Joff's consent."
"Lord Tywin is at Harrenhal with his host, if you'd care to take it up with him," Tyrion said politely. "My lords, perchance you would permit me a private word with my sister?"
Varys slithered to his feet, smiling in that unctuous way he had. "How you must have yearned for the sound of your sweet sister's voice. My lords, please, let us give them a few moments together. The woes of our troubled realm shall keep."
Janos Slynt rose hesitantly and Grand Maester Pycelle ponderously, yet they rose. Littlefinger was the last. "Shall I tell the steward to prepare chambers in Maegor's Holdfast?"
"My thanks, Lord Petyr, but I will be taking Lord Stark's former quarters in the Tower of the Hand."
Littlefinger laughed. "You're a braver man than me, Lannister. You do know the fate of our last two Hands?"
"Two? If you mean to frighten me, why not say four?"
"Four?" Littlefinger raised an eyebrow. "Did the Hands before Lord Arryn meet some dire end in the Tower? I'm afraid I was too young to pay them much mind."
"Aerys Targaryen's last Hand was killed during the Sack of King's Landing, though I doubt he'd had time to settle into the Tower. He was only Hand for a fortnight. The one before him was burned to death. And before them came two others who died landless and penniless in exile, and counted themselves lucky. I believe my lord father was the last Hand to depart King's Landing with his name, properties, and parts all intact."
"Fascinating," said Littlefinger. "And all the more reason I'd sooner bed down in the dungeon."
Perhaps you'll get that wish, Tyrion thought, but he said, "Courage and folly are cousins, or so I've heard. Whatever curse may linger over the Tower of the Hand, I pray I'm small enough to escape its notice."
Janos Slynt laughed, Littlefinger smiled, and Grand Maester Pycelle followed them both out, bowing gravely.
"I hope Father did not send you all this way to plague us with history lessons," his sister said when they were alone.
"How I have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice," Tyrion sighed to her.
"How I have yearned to have that eunuch's tongue pulled out with hot pincers," Cersei replied. "Has father lost his senses? Or did you forge this letter?" She read it once more, with mounting annoyance. "Why would he inflict you on me? I wanted him to come himself." She crushed Lord Tywin's letter in her fingers. "I am Joffrey's regent, and I sent him a royal command!"
"And he ignored you," Tyrion pointed out. "He has quite a large army, he can do that. Nor is he the first. Is he?"
Cersei's mouth tightened. He could see her color rising. "If I name this letter a forgery and tell them to throw you in a dungeon, no one will ignore that, I promise you."
He was walking on rotten ice now, Tyrion knew. One false step and he would plunge through. "No one," he agreed amiably, "least of all our father. The one with the army. But why should you want to throw me into a dungeon, sweet sister, when I've come all this long way to help you?"
"I do not require your help. It was our father's presence that I commanded."
"Yes," he said quietly, "but it's Jaime you want."
His sister fancied herself subtle, but he had grown up with her. He could read her face like one of his favorite books, and what he read now was rage, and fear, and despair. "Jaime--"
"--is my brother no less than yours," Tyrion interrupted. "Give me your support and I promise you, we will have Jaime freed and returned to us unharmed."
"How?" Cersei demanded. "The Stark boy and his mother are not like to forget that we beheaded Lord Eddard."
"True," Tyrion agreed, "yet you still hold his daughters, don't you? I saw the older girl out in the yard with Joffrey."
"Sansa," the queen said. "I've given it out that I have the younger brat as well, but it's a lie. I sent Meryn Trant to take her in hand when Robert died, but her wretched dancing master interfered and the girl fled. No one has seen her since. Li...

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这本书的节奏控制，尤其是在高潮迭起的部分，处理得极为巧妙。它不是简单地堆砌动作场面，而是让紧张感通过人物的心理压力和环境的不断恶化自然累积起来。最令人印象深刻的是，它敢于让那些你以为是主角光环加持的人物，面临真正的、可能导致彻底失败的危机。这种对“高风险”设定的坚持，使得故事的每一部分都充满了悬念。你永远不知道下一刻会发生什么，谁会因为一个错误的决定付出沉重的代价，甚至生命的代价。这种不确定性，是它区别于许多同类作品的核心竞争力。它挑战了读者对于“正义终将胜利”的传统预期，转而呈现出一个更加残酷、更加贴近现实的权力博弈图景。读完后，那种久久不能平复的心情，不是简单的“爽”或者“悲”，而是一种对复杂世界更深一层的理解和敬畏。它教会我，在宏大的历史洪流中，个体的命运往往比我们想象的要脆弱得多。

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这本书的史诗感真是让人欲罢不能！从翻开第一页起，我就被卷入了一个宏大而残酷的权力斗争漩涡。作者构建的世界观异常复杂，充满了错综复杂的人物关系和历史背景，你需要全神贯注才能跟上故事的脉络，但这正是它魅力所在。每一次翻页都像是在揭开一张陈旧的羊皮卷轴，上面记录着关于荣誉、背叛、爱情与战争的古老誓言。角色塑造的深度令人惊叹，他们绝非简单的“好人”或“坏蛋”，每一个决策背后都有着多重动机和沉重的代价。你会发现自己不断地揣摩他们的内心，为他们的挣扎感到揪心，也为他们的成功暗自叫好，即使他们的选择充满了争议。那种身临其境的感觉，仿佛我正站在风雪呼啸的长城之下，或是坐在满是阴谋的密室之中，感受着寒意和紧张。叙事节奏的掌控简直是大师级的，它知道何时需要铺陈细节，渲染气氛，何时又需要用突如其来的变故将你抛入深渊。读完之后，那种意犹未尽的感觉，驱使着我立刻想要深入了解这个世界的每一个角落，去探寻那些隐藏在冰冷王冠之下的秘密。

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对于喜爱细节描写的读者来说，这绝对是一场盛宴。作者在描绘环境、服饰、饮食乃至气味上都毫不吝啬笔墨，营造出一种既华丽又粗粝的真实感。当你读到那些盛大的宴会场景时，仿佛能闻到烤肉的焦香和葡萄酒的醇厚；而当视角转向边疆的寒冷时，那种彻骨的冷意似乎能穿透纸面。这种沉浸式的写作风格，极大地增强了故事的代入感。更重要的是，它并没有让这些描写沦为炫技，每一个细节都服务于推动情节或揭示人物性格。比如，某位公爵华丽的服装可能预示着他虚张声势的野心，而另一位贵族朴素的行装则暗示着他脚踏实地的力量。这种微妙的暗示和铺垫，需要读者细心捕捉。它不是那种快节奏、一页一个反转的爆米花小说，它更像是一幅需要你驻足欣赏的油画，需要时间去体会其中微妙的色彩变化和光影对比。每一次重读，我都会发现一些之前忽略的、埋藏在风景描写中的线索。

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老实说，最初接触这套书时，我曾被它的体量和复杂性吓到，但一旦沉浸其中，便发现那是一种独特的阅读享受，需要耐心，但回报丰厚。这不仅仅是一部奇幻小说，它更像是一部关于人性在极端压力下如何扭曲和展现其本质的社会观察报告。作者对于政治权谋的描绘细致入微，那些看似随意的对话中，往往暗藏着足以颠覆王国命运的杀机。我特别欣赏它对战争场面的处理，它没有回避血腥和混乱，而是真实地展现了冲突的代价——无论是对前线的士兵，还是对后方的贵族。那种弥漫在空气中的不安和宿命感，随着情节的推进愈发浓烈。阅读的过程，像是在参与一场漫长而艰巨的智力游戏，我总忍不住去猜测谁会是下一个失势者，谁的联盟会首先瓦解。这种结构上的精妙，让每一次阅读都充满了发现的乐趣，你总能从旧的章节中，挖掘出对当前局势新的理解。它强迫你走出自己的舒适区，去思考什么是真正的领导力，以及权力腐蚀人心的速度有多快。

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我必须承认，这本书的叙事视角切换得非常频繁，一开始需要适应，但一旦适应了，你会发现这是作者展现其非凡洞察力的绝妙手法。通过不同人物的眼睛去看待同一场危机，你得到的画面是立体且多维的。比如，从一个被囚禁者的视角，你看到的是绝望和阴影；而从一个正在策划的人的视角，你看到的则是机会和战术的布局。这种多中心的叙事结构，有效地打破了传统英雄史诗的单一视角，使得整个故事显得更加真实和不可预测。每一个角色的内心独白都极其丰富，充满了矛盾和挣扎，这让他们的行为逻辑变得可信。你会发现，即便是那些最受尊敬的人物，也有着深藏不露的弱点和令人心寒的残忍一面。这本书的魅力在于，它从不给你一个明确的道德指南针，而是将你置于一个灰色的世界里，让你自己去判断和感受。它对中世纪政治结构和封建伦理的细致刻画，也为其奇幻设定增添了一层坚实的历史质感。

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完全是小版本的放大版，字体类似于图片过度放大的颗粒感，扉页的字体挺好的，但到了正文就实在不怎么样了，感觉不是原生的字体，大大降低了阅读体验

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总算这本比较干净，京东读书节的活动真是太给力了

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还可以，压的有点变形，建议这种进口大书塑封

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只不过这本塑封是京东的，书侧面也有灰，无疑是退货再卖的。

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有一次我砍了一个人的头，他自己还不知道，一直等他梳头的时候才掉下来

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包装很好，送来一点折痕都没有

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不错哦，书的状况还可以哦

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书很不错，值得推荐。大家可以买来看看。

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因绝望或是愚蠢所做的事往往十分相似。