书名：A Game of Thrones权力的游戏
作者：George R.R. Martin乔治·马丁
商品尺寸：12.9 x 4.5 x 19.8 cm
A Game of Thrones《权力的游戏》是A Song of Ice and Fire《冰与火之歌》的卷一，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。A Song of Ice and Fire《冰与火之歌》全书计划七卷，截止2014年完成出版了五卷，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。
“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground”
HBO’s hit series A GAME OF THRONES is based on George R R Martin’s internationally bestselling series A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE, the greatest fantasy epic of the modern age. A GAME OF THRONES is the first volume in the series.
“It has captured the imaginations of millions for the same reason the archetypal dramas of Homer, Sophocles or Shakespeare have lasted for milennia”—Guardian
“What an epic journey. I just love the whole concept”—Martina Cole
“When times are tough, there is no better distraction than these magical tales”—Guardian
“Martin has not only raised the bar for writers of epic fantasy but pushed and stretched the boundaries of the novel itself”—The Times
“Fantasy fiction’s equivalent to THE WIRE”—Telegraph
“Complex storylines, fascinating characters, great dialogue, perfect pacing, and the willingness to kill off even his major characters”—LA Times
“Mr Martin is a literary dervish, bursting with the wild vision of the very best tale tellers”—New York Times
A GAME OF THRONES《权力的游戏》
Summers span decades. Winter can last a lifetime. And the struggle for the Iron Throne has begun.
From the fertile south, where heat breeds conspiracy, to the vast and savage eastern lands, all the way to the frozen north, kings and queens, knights and renegades, liars, lords and honest men... all will play the Game of Thrones.
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 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 morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer. They setforth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous withexcitement. This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and hisbrothers to see the king’s justice done. It was the ninth year of summer, and the seventh of Bran’s life.
The man had been taken outside a small holdfast in the hills. Robb thought he was a wildling, hissword sworn to Mance Rayder, the King-beyond-the-Wall. It made Bran’s skin prickle to think of it.He remembered the hearth tales Old Nan told them. The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slaversand slayers and thieves. They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead ofnight, and drank blood from polished horns. And their women lay with the Others in the Long Nightto sire terrible half-human children.
But the man they found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awaiting the king’s justice wasold and scrawny, not much taller than Robb. He had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and hedressed all in black, the same as a brother of the Night’s Watch, except that his furs were ragged andgreasy.
The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in the cold morning air as his lord father had theman cut down from the wall and dragged before them. Robb and Jon sat tall and still on their horses,with Bran between them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend that he’d seenall this before. A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate. Over their heads flapped the banner of theStarks of Winterfell: a grey direwolf racing across an ice-white field.