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avg rating 4.28 — 741,441 ratings — published 1982

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avg rating 3.80 — 58,362 ratings — published 2018

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avg rating 4.07 — 3,153 ratings — published 2017

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avg rating 3.87 — 7,511 ratings — published 2016

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avg rating 4.42 — 1,005,791 ratings — published 1998

“I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.”
― A Clash of Kings
― A Clash of Kings

“When he comes after you, we will be waiting--- his finger moved an inch to the left---- "here." '
'Here' was the hush in the night, moonlight and shadows, a thick carpet of dead leaves underfoot, densely wooded ridges sloping gently down the streambed, the underbrush thinning as the ground fell away.
Here was her son on his stallion, glancing back at her one last time and lifting his sword in salute.
Here was the call of Maege Mormont's warhorn, a long low blast that rolled down the valley from the east, to tell them that the last of Jaime's riders has entered the trap.”
― 冰与火之歌1:卷一 权力的游戏(上)
'Here' was the hush in the night, moonlight and shadows, a thick carpet of dead leaves underfoot, densely wooded ridges sloping gently down the streambed, the underbrush thinning as the ground fell away.
Here was her son on his stallion, glancing back at her one last time and lifting his sword in salute.
Here was the call of Maege Mormont's warhorn, a long low blast that rolled down the valley from the east, to tell them that the last of Jaime's riders has entered the trap.”
― 冰与火之歌1:卷一 权力的游戏(上)