Martin and Gardner Dozois. It is the third in the series of "Dunk and Egg" stories. Martin is a giant in the field of fantasy literature and one of the most exciting storytellers of our time.
Now he delivers a rare treat for readers: a compendium of his shorter works, all collected into two stunning volumes, that offer fascinating insight into his journey from young writer to award-winning master. It is a tale of love, loss, vengeance, and ambition written with great economy of means, and with a narrative intensity that never, ever lets up.
At the United Nations, veteran ace John Fortune has assembled a team of young aces known as the Committee, to assist at trouble spots around the world—including a genocidal was in the Niger Delta, an invasion of zombies in hurricane ravaged New Orleans, and a freak nuclear explosion in a small Texas town. What do you think?
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Rachel Caine Author. Elizabeth Hoyt Author. Lora Leigh Author. Gena Showalter Author. Sherrilyn Kenyon Author. Anne Rice Author. Kim Harrison Author. JR Ward Author. Melissa de la Cruz Author. Susan Sizemore Author. Martin and Gardner Dozois 3. You used to buy your swords from him. He charged me twice what they were worth, then scolded me for setting them afire. I was no very holy priest. I was born youngest of eight, so my father gave me over to the Red Temple, but it was not the path I would have chosen.
I prayed the prayers and I spoke the spells, but I would also lead raids on the kitchens, and from time to time they found girls in my bed. Such wicked girls, I never knew how they got there.
And when I gazed into the flames, well, from time to time I saw things. King Aerys so loved fire it was thought he might make a convert. Alas, his pyromancers knew better tricks than I did. A Storm of Swords by George R. Martin , Date: August 29, ,Views: Consciousness returned with the angry tones of Mal's voice. Tach lifted his head groggily from the mirrored tabletop, blinking down at his puffy red reflection.
The jugglers, the twins, and the crowd were long gone. His cheek was sticky from lying in a puddle of spilled liquor. The twins had jollied him and fondled him and one of them had even gone under the table, for all the good it did. Then Angelface had come to the tableside and sent them away. Mal had come up to ask if he should lug him back to bed. Let him sleep it off here. His head was about to explode, and Mal's shouting wasn't making things any better.
A softer voice said something in reply. Tach raised his eyes. In the mirrors he saw their reflections darkly: odd twisted shapes outlined in the wan dawn light, reflections of reflections, hundreds of them, beautiful, monstrous, uncountable, his children, his heirs, the offspring of his failures, a living sea of jokers. The soft voice said something else.
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