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⑊ Read  Format Kindle @A Game of Thrones: The Graphic Novel: Volume One For Free ⑳ Ebook Author George R R Martin ┊ ⑊ Read Format Kindle @A Game of Thrones: The Graphic Novel: Volume One For Free ⑳ Ebook Author George R R Martin ┊ The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement This was the first time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his brothers 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, his sword 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, slavers and slayers and thieves They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns And their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half human children.But the man they found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awaiting the king s justice was old and scrawny, not much taller than Robb He had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and he dressed all in black, the same as a brother of the Night s Watch, except that his furs were ragged and greasy.The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in the cold morning air as his lord father had the man 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 seen all this before A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate Over their heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell a grey direwolf racing across an ice white field.Bran s father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the wind His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older than his thirty five years He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day, and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the forest He had taken off Father s face, Bran thought, and donned the face of Lord Stark of Winterfell.There were questions asked and answers given there in the chill of morning, but afterward Bran could not recall much of what had been said Finally his lord father gave a command, and two of his guardsmen dragged the ragged man to the ironwood stump in the center of the square They forced his head down onto the hard black wood Lord Eddard Stark dismounted and his ward Theon Greyjoy brought forth the sword Ice, that sword was called It was as wide across as a man s hand, and taller even than Robb The blade was Valyrian steel, spell forged and dark as smoke Nothing held an edge like Valyrian steel.His father peeled off his gloves and handed them to Jory Cassel, the captain of his household guard He took hold of Ice with both hands and said, In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of the House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to die He lifted the great sword high above his head.Bran s bastard brother Jon Snow moved closer Keep the pony well in hand, he whispered And don t look away Father will know if you do.Bran kept his pony well in hand, and did not look away.His father took off the man s head with a single sure stroke Blood sprayed out across the snow, as red as summerwine One of the horses reared and had to be restrained to keep from bolting Bran could not take his eyes off the blood The snows around the stump drank it eagerly, reddening as he watched.The head bounced off a thick root and rolled It came up near Greyjoy s feet Theon was a lean, dark youth of nineteen who found everything amusing He laughed, put his boot on the head,and kicked it away.Ass, Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear He put a hand on Bran s shoulder, and Bran looked over at his bastard brother You did well, Jon told him solemnly Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice.It seemed colder on the long ride back to Winterfell, though the wind had died by then and the sun was higher in the sky Bran rode with his brothers, well ahead of the main party, his pony struggling hard to keep up with their horses.The deserter died bravely, Robb said He was big and broad and growing every day, with his mother s coloring, the fair skin, red brown hair, and blue eyes of the Tullys of Riverrun He had courage, at the least.No, Jon Snow said quietly It was not courage This one was dead of fear You could see it in his eyes, Stark Jon s eyes were a grey so dark they seemed almost black, but there was little they did not see He was of an age with Robb, but they did not look alike Jon was slender where Robb was muscular, dark where Robb was fair, graceful and quick where his half brother was strong and fast.Robb was not impressed The Others take his eyes, he swore He died well Race you to the bridge Done, Jon said, kicking his horse forward Robb cursed and followed, and they galloped off down the trail, Robb laughing and hooting, Jon silent and intent The hooves of their horses kicked up showers of snow as they went.Bran did not try to follow His pony could not keep up He had seen the ragged man s eyes, and he was thinking of them now After a while, the sound of Robb s laughter receded, and the woods grew silent again.That was when Jon reappeared on the crest of the hill before them He waved and shouted down at them Father, Bran, come quickly, see what Robb has found Then he was gone again.Jory rode up beside them Trouble, my lord Beyond a doubt, his lord father said Come, let us see what mischief my sons have rooted out now He sent his horse into a trot Jory and Bran and the rest came after.They found Robb on the riverbank north of the bridge, with Jon still mounted beside him The late summer snows had been heavy this moonturn Robb stood knee deep in white, his hood pulled back so the sun shone in his hair He was cradling something in his arm, while the boys talked in hushed, excited voices.The riders picked their way carefully through the drifts, groping for solid footing on the hidden, uneven ground Jory Cassel and Theon Greyjoy were the first to reach the boys Greyjoy was laughing and joking as he rode Bran heard the breath go out of him Gods he exclaimed, struggling to keep control of his horse as he reached for his sword.Jory s sword was already out Robb, get away from it he called as his horse reared under him.Robb grinned and looked up from the bundle in his arms She can t hurt you, he said She s dead, Jory.Bran was afire with curiosity by then He would have spurred the pony faster, but his father made them dismount beside the bridge and approach on foot Bran jumped off and ran.By then Jon, Jory, and Theon Greyjoy had all dismounted as well What in the seven hells is it Greyjoy was saying.A wolf, Robb told him.A freak, Greyjoy said Look at the size of it.Bran s heart was thumping in his chest as he pushed through a waist high drift to his brothers side.Half buried in blood stained snow, a huge dark shape slumped in death Ice had formed in its shaggy grey fur, and the faint smell of corruption clung to it like a woman s perfume Bran glimpsed blind eyes crawling with maggots, a wide mouth full of yellowed teeth But it was the size of it that made him gasp It was bigger than his pony, twice the size of the largest hound in his father s kennel.It s no freak, Jon said calmly That s a direwolf They grow larger than the other kind.Theon Greyjoy said, There s not been a direwolf sighted south of the Wall in two hundred years.I see one now, Jon replied.Bran tore his eyes away from the monster That was when he noticed the bundle in Robb s arms He gave a cry of delight and moved closer The pup was a tiny ball of grey black fur, its eyes still closed It nuzzled blindly against Robb s chest as he cradled it, searching for milk among his leathers, making a sad little whimpery sound Bran reached out hesitantly Go on,Robb told him You can touch him.Bran gave the pup a quick nervous stroke, then turned as Jon said, Here you go His half brother put a second pup into his arms There are five of them Bran sat down in the snow and hugged the wolf pup to his face Its fur was soft and warm against his cheek.Direwolves loose in the realm, after so many years, muttered Hullen, the master of horse I like it not.It is a sign, Jory said.Father frowned This is only a dead animal, Jory, he said Yet he seemed troubled Snow crunched under his boots as he moved around the body Do we know what killed her There s something in the throat, Robb told him, proud to have found the answer before his father even asked There, just under the jaw.His father knelt and groped under the beast s head with his hand He gave a yank and held it up for all to see A foot of shattered antler, tines snapped off, all wet with blood.A sudden silence descended over the party The men looked at the antler uneasily, and no one dared to speak Even Bran could sense their fear, though he did not understand.His father tossed the antler to the side and cleansed his hands in the snow I m surprised she lived long enough to whelp, he said His voice broke the spell.Maybe she didn t, Jory said I ve heard tales maybe the bitch was already dead when the pups came.Born with the dead, another man put in Worse luck.No matter, said Hullen They be dead soon enough too.Bran gave a wordless cry of dismay.The sooner the better, Theon Greyjoy agreed He drew his sword Give the beast here, Bran.The little thing squirmed against him, as if it heard and understood No Bran cried out fiercely It s mine.It be a mercy to kill them, Hullen said.Bran looked to his lord father for rescue, but got only a frown, a furrowed brow Hullen speaks truly, son Better a swift death than a hard one from cold and starvation No He could feel tears welling in his eyes, and he looked away He did not want to cry in front of his father.Lord Stark, Jon said It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal Bran looked at him with desperate hope There are five pups, he told Father Three male, two female.What of it, Jon You have five true born children, Jon said Three sons, two daughters The direwolf is the sigil of your House Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.Bran saw his father s face change, saw the other men exchange glances He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own.Their father understood as well You want no pup for yourself, Jon he asked softly.The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark, Jon pointed out I am no Stark, Father.Their lord father regarded Jon thoughtfully Robb rushed into the silence he left I will nurse him myself, Father, he promised I will soak a towel with warm milk, and give him suck from that.Me too Bran echoed.The lord weighed his sons long and carefully with his eyes Easy to say, and harder to do I will not have you wasting the servants time with this If you want these pups, you will feed them yourselves Is that understood Bran nodded eagerly The pup squirmed in his grasp, lickedat his face with a warm tongue.It was not until they were mounted and on their way that Bran allowed himself to taste the sweet air of victory By then, his pup was snuggled inside his leathers, warm against him, safe for the long ride home Bran was wondering what to name him.Halfway across the bridge, Jon pulled up suddenly.What is it, Jon their lord father asked.Can t you hear it Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else.There, Jon said He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.He must have crawled away from the others, Jon said.Or been driven away, their father said, looking at the sixth pup His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.An albino, Theon Greyjoy said with wry amusement This one will die even faster than the others.Jon Snow gave his father s ward a long, chilling look I think not, Greyjoy, he said This one belongs to me From the Trade Paperback edition.Youve read the books Youve watched the hit series on HBO Now acclaimed novelist Daniel Abraham and illustrator Tommy Patterson bring George R R Martins epic fantasy masterwork A Game of Thrones to majestic new life in the pages of this graphic novel Comprised of the initial six issues of the comic book series, this is the first volume in what is sure to be one of the most coveted collaborations of the year Winter is coming Such is the stern motto of House Stark, the northernmost of the fiefdoms that owe allegiance to King Robert Baratheon in far off Kings Landing There Eddard Stark of Winterfell rules in Roberts name There his family dwells in peace and comfort his proud wife, Catelyn, his sons Robb, Brandon, and Rickon, his daughters Sansa and Arya, and his bastard son, Jon Snow Far to the north, behind the towering Wall, lie savage Wildings and worseunnatural things relegated to myth during the centuries long summer but proving all too real and all too deadly in the turning of the season Yet a immediate threat lurks to the south, where Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King, has died under mysterious circumstances Now Robert is riding north to Winterfell, bringing his queen, the lovely but cold Cersei, his son, Prince Joffrey, a cruel, vainglorious youth, and the queens brothers Jaime and Tyrion of the powerful and wealthy House Lannisterthe first a swordsman without equal, the second a dwarf whose stunted stature belies a brilliant mind All heading for Winterfell and a fateful encounter that will change the course of kingdoms While across the Narrow Sea, Prince Viserys, heir of the fallen House Targaryen, which once ruled all of Westeros, schemes to reclaim the throne with an army of barbarian Dothrakiwhose loyalty he will purchase in the only coin left to him his beautiful yet innocent sister, Daenerys. 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    • Format Kindle
    • 240 pages
    • 034553557X
    • A Game of Thrones: The Graphic Novel: Volume One
    • George R R Martin
    • Anglais
    • 2017-02-20T10:59+03:00