Transcription of A Storm of Swords
1 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, A Storm of Swords A Song of Ice and Fire Book III. George R. R. Martin A Note On Chronology A Song of Ice and Fire is told through the eyes of characters who are sometimes hundreds or even thousands of miles apart from one another. Some chapters cover a day, some only an hour; others might span a fortnight, a month, half a year. With such a structure, the narrative cannot be strictly sequential;. sometimes important things are happening simultaneously, a thousand leagues apart. In the case of the volume now in hand, the reader should realize that the opening chapters ofA Storm of Swords do not follow the closing chapters ofA clash of Kings so much as overlap them.
2 I open with a look at some of the things that were happening on the Fist of the First Men, at Riverrun, Harrenhal, and on the Trident while theBattle of the Blackwater was being fought at king 's Landing, and during its aftermath .. GEORGE R. R. MARTIN. Contents Map (North). Map (South). Map (The Lands of the Summer Sea). Map (The Land Beyond the Wall). Prologue Chapter OneJaime Chapter TwoCatelyn Chapter ThreeArya Chapter FourTyrion Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Chapter FiveDavos Chapter SixSansa Chapter SevenJon Chapter EightDaenerys Chapter NineBran Chapter TenDavos Chapter ElevenJaime Chapter TwelveTyrion Chapter ThirteenArya Chapter FourteenCatelyn Chapter FifteenJon Chapter SixteenSansa Chapter SeventeenArya Chapter EighteenSamwell Chapter NineteenTyrion Chapter TwentyCatelyn Chapter Twenty OneJaime Chapter Twenty TwoArya Chapter Twenty ThreeDaenerys Chapter Twenty FourBran Chapter Twenty FiveDavos Chapter Twenty SixJon Chapter Twenty SevenDaenerys Chapter Twenty EightSansa
3 Chapter Twenty NineArya Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Chapter ThirtyJon Chapter Thirty OneJaime Chapter Thirty TwoTyrion Chapter Thirty ThreeSamwell Chapter Thirty FourArya Chapter Thirty FiveCatelyn Chapter Thirty SixDavos Chapter Thirty SevenJaime Chapter Thirty EightTyrion Chapter Thirty NineArya Chapter FortyBran Chapter Forty OneJon Chapter Forty TwoDaenerys Chapter Forty ThreeArya Chapter Forty FourJaime Chapter Forty FiveCatelyn Chapter Forty SixSamwell Chapter Forty SevenArya Chapter Forty EightJon Chapter Forty NineCatelyn Chapter FiftyArya Chapter Fifty OneCatelyn
4 Chapter Fifty TwoArya Chapter Fifty ThreeTyrion Chapter Fifty FourDavos Chapter Fifty FiveJon Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Chapter Fifty SixBran Chapter Fifty SevenDaenerys Chapter Fifty EightTyrion Chapter Fifty NineSansa Chapter SixtyTyrion Chapter Sixty OneSansa Chapter Sixty TwoJaime Chapter Sixty ThreeDavos Chapter Sixty FourJon Chapter Sixty FiveArya Chapter Sixty SixTyrion Chapter Sixty SevenJaime Chapter Sixty EightSansa Chapter Sixty NineJon Chapter SeventyTyrion Chapter Seventy OneDaenerys Chapter Seventy TwoJaime Chapter Seventy ThreeJon Chapter Seventy FourArya Chapter Seventy FiveSamwell Chapter Seventy SixJon Chapter Seventy
5 SevenTyrion Chapter Seventy EightSamwell Chapter Seventy NineJon Chapter EightySansa Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Epilogue AppendixThe Kings And Their Courts The king On The Iron Throne The king In The North The king Of The Trident The king In The Narrow Sea The Queen Across The Water king Of The Isles And The North AppendixOther Houses Great And Small House Arryn House Florent House Frey House Lannister House Martell House Tully House Tyrell AppendixRebels, Rogues, And Sworn Brothers The Sworn Brothers Of The Night's Watch The Brotherhood Without Banners An Outlaw Fellowship The Wildlings, Or The Free Folk Map (North).
6 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Map (South). Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Map (The Lands of the Summer Sea). Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Map (The Land Beyond the Wall). Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, Prologue The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent. The big black bitch had taken one sniff at the bear tracks, backed off, and skulked back to the pack with her tail between her legs. The dogs huddled together miserably on the riverbank as the wind snapped at them.
7 Chett felt it too, biting through his layers of black wool and boiled leather. It was too bloody cold for man or beast, but here they were. His mouth twisted, and he could almost feel the boils that covered his cheeks and neck growing red and should be safe back at the Wall, tending the bloody ravens and making fires for old Maester Aemon . It was the bastard Jon Snow who had taken that from him, him and his fat friend Sam Tarly. It was their fault he was here, freezing his bloody balls off with a pack of hounds deep in the haunted forest.
8 Seven hells. He gave the leashes a hard yank to get the dogs' attention. Track, you bastards. That's a bear print. You want some meat or no?Find! But the hounds only huddled closer, whining. Chett snapped his short lash above their heads, and the black bitch snarled at him. Dog meat would taste as good as bear, he warned her, his breath frosting with every word. Lark the Sisterman stood with his arms crossed over his chest and his hands tucked up into his armpits. He wore black wool gloves, but he was always complaining how his fingers were frozen.
9 It's too bloody cold to hunt, he said. Bugger this bear, he's not worth freezing over.. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, We can't go back emptyhand, Lark, rumbled Small Paul through the brown whiskers that covered most of his face. The Lord Commander wouldn't like that. There was ice under the big man's squashed pug nose, where his snot had frozen. A huge hand in a thick fur glove clenched tight around the shaft of a spear. Bugger that Old Bear too, said the Sisterman, a thin man with sharp features and nervous eyes. Mormont will be dead before daybreak, remember?
10 Who cares what he likes? . Small Paul blinked his black little eyes. Maybe hehad forgotten, Chett thought; he was stupid enough to forget most anything. Why do we have to kill the Old Bear? Why don't we just go off and let him be? . You think he'll letus be? said Lark. He'll hunt us down. You want to be hunted, you great muttonhead? . No, said Small Paul. I don't want that. I don't.. So you'll kill him? said Lark. Yes. The huge man stamped the butt of his spear on the frozen riverbank. I will. He shouldn't hunt us.. The Sisterman took his hands from his armpits and turned to Chett.
