（本文持续更新，目前至第四本A Storm of Swords 2, Blood and Gold, 最后一次更新于2017年8月11日）
Now it begins.
1. A Game of Thrones
1.1.【Robert Baratheon】"More than once, I've dreamed of giving up the crown.Take ship for the Free Cities with my horse and hammer, spending my time warring and whoring, that's what I was made for. The sellsword king, how the singers would love me" 劳勃也是真性情
1.2.【Robert Baratheon】"I was never so alive when I was winning this throne, or so dead as now that I've won it" 看剧的时候对劳勃一直怒其不争，不好好当国王非得作死酒色无度，最终打猎时被一头野猪杀死。。。读到这里似乎也能理解了，同情他。
1.3.【Dothraki】“As swift as the wind he rides, and behind him his khalasar covers the earth, men without number, with arakhs shining in their hands like blades of razor grass...the prince is riding, and he shall be the stallion who mounts the world“ 多斯拉克人总透着一股粗犷和壮美。
1.4.【Ned Stark】"So it will be Stannis, and war？" "It is not a choice. Stannis is the heir." Ned因为厌恶狮家而拒绝王后的橄榄枝，认为挟天子以令诸侯是"不荣誉的"拒绝和兰礼结盟，决定支持最合法的继承人Stannis，即使这意味着狮、鹿、狼、玫瑰全面开战。荣誉重要，还是和平重要？兴亡都是百姓苦。
1.5.【Ned Stark】读着Ned被囚于地牢时在幻觉中看见Robert的段落，仿佛能看见劳勃年轻时意气风发的样子 “高大英俊，头戴鹿角金盔，手持巨大的战锤，坐在马上，像一尊长角的天神”。昔日一起打下江山的兄弟，如今一个酗酒打猎被野猪杀死，一个恪尽职守捍卫荣誉却沦为阶下囚，真是性格决定命运，不胜唏嘘。
He found himself thinking of Robert more and more. He saw the king as he had been in the flower of his youth, tall and handsome, his great antlered helm on his head, his warhammer in hand, sitting his horse like a horned god. He heard his laughter in the dark, saw his eyes, blue and clear as mountain lakes. "Look at us, Ned," Robert said, "Gods, how did we come to this? You here, and me killed by a pig. We won a throne together..."
1.6.【Honor vs Love】很喜欢最后加粗这一段，伊蒙学士屡出金句啊。去君临、直言进谏、调查Jon Arryn之死，给Cersei逃跑的机会...其实Ned Stark的每个选择都没错，都符合他心中的荣誉和道德。如果放弃坚守了大半生的道德标准，就能攀上权力巅峰，就能多活几十年，这样的放弃真的值得吗？诚然Ned没什么政治手腕，在执行层面不够聪明，轻信小指头而且没有自己的势力和盟友，最终也死在了这个弱点上，但他年轻时纵横沙场为家人报仇、和好友一起推翻了塔格利安的统治、他的孩子每一个都继承了他的正直和善良、北境的无数领主在知道他死的消息后老泪纵横、所有人谈起他都会说Ned Stark is a honorable man...我觉得这样的人生很棒，轰轰烈烈的一生、无愧于心、留清名于后世，即使只有四五十年也很精彩。就像伊蒙学士说的，这样的人万中无一。
"Tell me, Jon, if the day should ever come when your lord father must needs choose between honor on the one hand and those he loved on the other, what would he do?"
"He would do whatever was right," he said...ringingly, to make up for his hesitation. "No matter what."
"Then Lord Eddard is a man in ten thousand. Most of us are not so strong.What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms...or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy."
"Hear my words, and bear witness to my vow, " they recited, their voices filling the twilit grove. "Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."
The woods fell silent. "You knelt as boys," Bowen Marsh intoned solemnly. "Rise now as men of the Night's Watch."
“Three times the gods saw fit to test my vows. Once when I was a boy, once in the fullness of my manhood, and once when I had grown old. By then my strength was fled, my eyes grown dim, yet that last choice was as cruel as the first. My ravens would bring the news from the south, words darker than their wings, the ruin of my House, the death of my kin, disgrace and desolation. What could I have done, old, blind, frail? I was helpless as a suckling babe, yet still it grieved me to sit forgotten as they cut down my brother’s poor grandson, and his son, and even the little children…”
Jon was shocked to see the shine of tears in the old man’s eyes. “Who are you?” He asked quietly, almost in dread.
A toothless smile quivered on the ancient lips. "Only a maester of the Citadel, bound in service to Castle Black and the Night's Watch. In my order, we put aside our house names when we take our vows and don the collar." The old man touched the maester's chain that hung loosely around his thin, fleshless neck. "My father was Maekar, the first of his Name, and my brother Aegon reigned after him in my stead. My grandfather named me for Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, who was his uncle, or his father, depending on which tale you believe. Aemon, he called me..."
"Aemon...Targaryen？" Jon could scarcely believe it.
"Once," the old man said. "Once.So you see, Jon, I do know...and knowing, I will not tell you stay or go. You must make that choice yourself, and live with it all the rest of your days. As I have." His voice fell to a whisper. "As I have..."
As Daenerys Targaryen rose to her feet, her black hissed, pale smoke venting from its mouth and nostrils. The other two pulled away from her breasts and added their voices to the call, translucent wings unfolding and stirring the air, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.
2. A Clash of Kings
2.1.【Tyrion】想起了明朝那些事，好人不一定能治理好国家，就像Eddard Stark, 聪明的、精于权谋的好人才行，比如Tyrion, 徐阶和张居正。
"So what will you do, m'lord, now that you are the hand of the king?" Shae asked him as he cupped that warm sweet fresh.
"Something Cersei will never expect," Tyrion murmured softly against her slender neck. "I'll do...justice"
When at last she slept, she dreamt of home. The Kingsroad wound past Winterfell on its way to the wall, and Yoren had promised he'd leave her there with no one any wiser about who she'd been. She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon...but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her hair and call her "little sister." She'd tell him, "I missed you," and he'd say it too at the very same moment, the way they always used to say things together. She would have liked that. She would have liked that better than anything.
The Dothraki sacked cities and plundered kingdoms, they did not rule them. Dany had no wish to reduce King's Landing to a blackened ruin full of unquiet ghosts. She had supped enough on tears.I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat man and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smailed for my father.
2.4.【Stannis】“I will go to my grave thinking of my brother's peach.” 用血魔法杀掉蓝礼之后，Stannis每晚都做噩梦，总想起大战前夕的会晤中，蓝礼笑嘻嘻的想给他尝尝高庭的桃子，当时Stannis还以为蓝礼要拔剑，结果蓝礼却掏出了一个桃子。弟弟笑嘻嘻的样子是Stannis永远的痛。
"Renly offered me a peach. At our parley. Mocked me, defied me, threathened me, and offered me a peach. I thought he was drawing a blade and went for my own. What was his purpose, to make me show fear? Or was it one of his pointless jests？ When he spoke of how sweet the peach was, did his words have some hidden meaning?" The king gave a shake of his head, like a dog shaking a rabbit to snap its neck. "Only Renly could vex me so with a piece of fruit. He brought his doom on himself with his treason, but I did love him, Davos. I know that now. I swear, I will go to my grave thinking of my brother's peach.
As Davos unshipped the oars and slid them into the choppy black water, he said, "Who rowed you to Renly?"
"There is no need," she said. "He was unprotected. But here...this Storm's End is an old place. There are spells woven into the stones. Dark walls that no shadows can pass —— ancient, forgotten, yet still in place."
Tyrion threw back his head and laughed.
Varys reined up, nonplussed, "My Lord?"
"Don't you see the jest, Lord Varys?" Tyrion waved a hand at the shuttered windows, at all the sleeping city. "Storm's End is fallen and Stannis is comming with fire and steel and the gods alone know what dark powers, and the good folk don't have Jaime to protect them, nor Robert nor Renly nor Rhaegar nor their precious Knight of Flowers. Only me , the one they hate." He laughed again. "The dwarf, the evil counselor, the twisted monkey demon. I'm all that stands between them and chaos."
Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sata dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.
2.8.【Dany】"He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his isthe song of ice and fire." 点题了，记得后来无畏的·巴里斯坦爵士跟丹妮回忆，她哥哥雷加很喜欢唱歌，这里的男人应该是雷加吧。孩子竟然叫伊耿？！
Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?"
"Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked.
"He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his isthe song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its slivery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to spead her on her way.
2.9.【Dany】龙妈在不朽之殿得到的预言，是信息量超大的剧透啊。。。最后几句简直就是在描绘后来龙妈在解放奴隶之后被举起来的样子，还有a blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness...mother of dragon, bride of fire...这句暗示性也太强了吧。
...mother of dragons...child of three...
"Three?" She did not understand.
...three heads has the dragon...the ghost chorus yarnmered inside her skull with never a lip moving, never a breath stirring the still blue air...mother of dragons...child of storm...The whispers became a swirling song...three fires must you light...one for life and one for death and one for love...Her own heart was beating in unison to the one that floated before her, blue and corrupt...three mounts must you ride...one to bed and one to dread and one to love...The voices were growing louder, she realised, and it seemed her heart was slowing, and even her breath...three treasons will you know...once for blood and once for gold and once for love...
"I don't..." Her voice was no more than a whisper, almost as faint as theirs. What was happening to her? "I don't understand," she said, more loudly. Why was it so hard to talk here? "Help me. Show me."
...help her...the whispers mocked...show her...
Then phantoms shivered through the murk, images in indigo. Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name...mother of dragons, daughter of death...Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eye king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire...mother of dragons, slayer of lies...Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness...mother of dragons, bride of fire...
Faster and faster the vision came, one after the other, until it seemed as if the very air had come alive. Shadows whirled and danced inside a tent, boneless and terrible. A little girl ran barefoot toward a big house with a red door. Mirri Maz Duur shrieked in the flames, a dragon bursting from her brow. Behind a silver horse the bloody corpse of a naked man bounced and dragged. A white lion ran through grass taller than a man. Beneath the Mother of Mountains, a line of naked crones crept from a great lake and knelt shivering before her, their grey heads bowed. Ten thousand slaves lifted bloodstained hands as she raced by on her silver, riding like the wind. "Mother!" they cried. "Mother, mother!" they were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them...
2.10.【Brave Man of the Night's Watch】Squire Dalbridge 是断掌科林麾下的一名游骑兵，擅弓箭，在一次撤退时毫不犹豫的留下来拖住野人，即使清楚留下来必死无疑。闪光的配角 。
In the black hour before dawn, they stopped to let the horses drink and fed them each a handful of oats and a twist or two of hay. "We are not far from the place the wildlings died," said Qhorin. "From there, one man could hold a hundred. The right man." He looked at Squire Dalbridge.
The squire bowed his head. "Leave me as many arrows as you can spare, brothers." He stroked his longbow. "And see my garron has an apple when you're home. He's earned it, poor beastie."
He's staying to die, Jon realized.
Qhorin clasped the squire's forearm with a gloved hand. "if the eagle flies down for a looked at you..."
"...he'll sprout some new feathers."
The last Jon saw of Squire Dalbridge was his back as he clambered up the narrow path to the heights.
2.11.【Theon Greyjoy】又一处红婚的伏笔。Theon攻占临冬城之后只有几十名铁民守城，既怕北境的几个家族攻城，又怕城里的百姓造反，惶惶不可终日，经常做噩梦。下面是他最严重的一次噩梦，竟然跟green sight（绿视野）以及丹妮在不朽之殿的vision类似，看到了未来。梦境开始是Ned Stark在临冬城宴请国王一行，渐渐地Theon周围的人就都变成了尸体，因为参加宴会的大多数人确实已经死了，比如跟着Ned去君临的所有随从。整个梦的描绘诡异而黑暗，最后加粗的部分是关于Rob的，Rob撞开了大门，灰风跟在身边，一人一狼的身上都布满了伤口，鲜血淋漓。
The night he dreamed of the feast Ned Stark had thrown when King Robert came to Winterfell. The hall rang with music and laughter, though the cold winds are rising outside. At first it was all wine and roasted meat, and Theon was making japs and eyeing the serving girls and having himself a fine time...until he noticed that the room was growing darker. The music did not seem so jolly then; he heard discords and strange silences, and notes that hung in the air bleeding. Suddenly the wine turned bitter in his month, and when he looked up from his cup he saw that he was dining with the dead.
King Robert sat with his guts spilling out on the table from the great gash in his belly, and Lord Eddard was headless beside him. Corpses lined the benched below, grey-brown flesh sloughing off their bones as they raised their cups to toast, worms crawling in and out of the holes that were their eyes. He knew them, every one; Jory Cassel and Fat Tom, Porther and Cayn and Hullen the master of horse, and all the others who had ridden south to King's Landing never return. Mikken and Chayle sat together, one dripping blood and the other water. Benfred Tallhart and his Wild Hares fillled most of a table. The miller's wife was there as well, and Farlen, even the wildling Theon had killed in the wolfswood the day he had saved Bran's life.
But there were others with faces he had never known in life, faces he had seen only in stone. The slim, sad girl who wore a crown of pale blue roses and a white gown spattered with gore could only be Lyanna. Her brother Brandon stood beside her, and their father Lord Rickard just behind. Along the walls figures half-seen moved through the shadow, pale shades with long grim faces. The sight of them sent fear shivering through Theon sharp as a knife. And thenthe tall doors opened with a crash, and a freezing gale blew down the hall, andRob came walking out of the night. Grey Wind stalked beside, eyes burning, and man and wolf alike bled from half a hundred savage wounds.
2.12.【Tyrion Lannister】黑水河之战中Tyrion被Cersei指使的御林铁卫偷袭，幸亏Pod及时赶到砍翻了Ser Mandon，Tyrion在重伤迷茫之际以为救了自己的是哥哥Jaime Lannister，即使知道后者远在千里之外。那句"Who else would save him, if not his brother?"真是好心酸。
Tyrion had no more strength than a rag doll. Ser Mandon put the point of his sword to the hollow of hs throat and curled both hands around the hilt.
And suddenly he lurched to the left, staggering into the rail. Wood split, and Ser Mandon Moore anished with a shout and a splash. An instant latter, the hulls slamming together again, so hard the deck seemed to jump. Then someone was kneeling over him."Jaime?" he croaked, almost choking on the blood that filled his month. Who else would save him, if not his brother?
"Be still, my lord, you're hurt bad."A boy's voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.
2.13.【黑水河之战】这些情节都写在Sansa的POV里，Cersei授意Ser Mandon暗杀Tyrion并命人把国王Joffrey带回红堡，书中借Lancel Lannister之口很直接的说出了Cersei此举有多愚蠢。看到国王回到了城堡，本来素质就不高的金袍子跑了几百人，本来有希望在Stannis的舰队被野火重创后击其半渡，结果河滩被占领，猎狗被火吓跑了，主帅也没了，守城变成了一锅粥。还好泰温、兰道·塔利和梅斯·提利尔的联军及时赶到，击溃了Stannis。
When Ser Lancel Lannister told the queen that the queen was lost, she turned her empty wine cup in her hands and said, "Tell my brother, ser." Her voice wa distant, as if the news were of no great interest to her.
"Your brother is likely dead." Ser Lancel's surcoat was soaked with seeping out under his arm. When he had arrived in the hall, the sight of him had made some of the guests scream. "He was on the bridge of boats when it broke apart, we think. Ser Mandon's likely gone as well, and no one can find the Hound.Gods be damned, Cersei, why did you have them fetch the Joffrey back to the castle? The gold cloaks are throwing down their spears and runnning, hundreds of them. When they saw the king leaving, they lost their heart. The whole Blackwater's awash with wrecks and fire and corpses, but we could have held if——"
2.14. 【Ramsay Snow】"Save me the Freys," the Bastard was shouting as the flames roared upward, "and burn the rest. Burn it, burn it all."
Ser Rodrik (Stark家族的master at arm，跟凯特琳去君临的老骑士)带着Tallhart家族和Cerwyn家族的2000人马围攻临冬城，而Theon只有十几人，已经绝望的准备投降了。这时Ramsay Snow带着几百名波顿士兵假意加入围攻，在会面时突然拔刀杀了Ser Rodrik，2000多名北方士兵也被屠杀殆尽。Theon以为波顿是盟友于是放他们入城，结果一进城Ramsay就下令屠城，唯独救了城里的弗雷家族的人。这是在第二本书列王的纷争的结尾，红婚应该还在几千页之后吧，在这个时候弗雷和波顿就已经准备反叛了。
Beyond, the tops of the keeps and towers still stood as they had for hundreds of years, and it was hard to tell that the castle had been sacked and burned at all.The stone is strong, Bran told himself,the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken.Like me, he thought,I'm not dead either.
列王的纷争看完了~拍爪~ 明天开始看第三本，A Storm of Swords 1, Steel and Snow（一直不理解为什么会翻译成冰雨的风暴，明明是剑。。。）
3. A Storm of Swords 1, Steel and Snow
3.1. 【Dany】Dany对大海的喜爱，这一段写的好美。比如"the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above"，想翻译一下，但怎么都翻译不出这种很美的感觉（ps：涨姿势了，azure是碧蓝、bright blue的意思，以前都只会说blue。。。）
补充下，"the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above"这句，被我家老大大翻译成了“超大号地平线被一细条碧蓝的天空勒住了肚皮”，笑死了哈哈哈哈。
She loved the sea. She liked the sharp salty smell of the air, and the vastness of horizons bounded only by a vault of azure sky above. It made her feel small, but free as well. She liked the dolphins that sometimes swam along besideBelerion, slicing through the waves like silvery spears, and the flying fish they glimpsed now and again. She even liked the sailors, with all their songs and stories.
"Yes," she decided. "I'll do it!" Dany threw back the coverlets and hopped from the bunk. "I'll see the captain at once, command him to set course for Astapor." She bent over her chest, threw open the lid, and seized the first garment to hand, a pair of loose sandsilk trousers. "Hand me my medallion belt," she command Jorah as she pulled the sandsilk up over her hips. "And my vest—" she started to say, turning.
Ser Jorah slid his arms around her.
"Oh," was all Dany had time to say as he pulled her close and pressed his lips down on hers. He smelled of sweat and salt and leather, and the iron studs on his jerkin dug into her naked breasts as he crushed her hard against him. One hand held her by the shoulder while the other slid down her spine to the small of herback, and her mouth opened for his tongue, though she never told it to.His beard is scratchy, she thought,but his mouth is sweet. The Dothraki wore no beards, only long mustaches, and only Khal Drogo had ever kissed her before.He should not be doing this. I am his queen, not his woman.
It was a long kiss, though how long Dany could not have said. When ti ended, Ser Jorah let go of her, and she took a quick step backward. "You...you should not have..."
"I should not have waited so long," he finished for her. "I should have kissed you in Qarth, in Vaes Tolorru. I should have kissed you in the red waste, every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well." His eyes were on her breasts.
Dany covered them with her hands, before her nipples could betray her. "I...that was not fitting. I am your queen."
"My queen," he said, "and the bravest, sweetest, and most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Daenerys—"
"Your Grace," he conceded, "the dradon has three heads, remember? you have wondered at that, ever since you heared it from the warlocks in the House of Dust. Well, here is your meaning: Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar, ridden by Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya. The three-headed dradon of House Targaryen—three dragons, andthree riders."
"Yes," said Dany, "but my brothers are dead."
"Rhaenys and Visenya were Aegon's wives as well as his sisters. You have no brothers, but you can take husbands. And I tell you truly, Daenerys, there is no man in all the world who will ever be half so true to you as me,"
If they stayed here, hidden down beneath Tumbledown Tower, no one would find them. He would stay alive. Andcrippled.
Bran realised he was crying.Stupid baby, he thought at himself. No matter where he went, to Karhold or White Harbor or Greywater Watch, he'd be a cripple when he got there. He balled his hands into fists. "I want to fly," he told them. "Please. Take me to the crow."
3.4 【Loras Tyrell】蓝礼死后百花骑士加入了御林铁卫，披上白袍意味着放弃在高庭的继承权、放弃娶妻生子的权利。Tyrion问他为什么17岁就加入，爱上谁了怎么办？，他答：“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.” 太阳落山后，没有蜡烛可以比得上它的光辉。
“To guard the king's life, you surrender your own. You give up your lands and titles, give up hope of marriage, children..."
"House Tyrell continues through my brothers," Ser Loras said. “It is not necessary for a third son to wed, or breed.”
"Not necessary, but some find it pleasant. What of love?"
“When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.”
After them came a spearman in a lionchested helm, an older man with a limp, a Braavosi sellsword, a...
"Harwin?" Arya whispered.It was!Under the beard and the tangled hair was the face of Hullen's son, who used to lead her pony around the yard, ride at quintain with Jon and Robb, and drink too much on feast days. He was thinner, harder somehow, and at Winterfell he had never worn a beard, but it was him—her father's man. "Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin,it's me!"
Harwin's eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. "How do you know me?" he said, frowning suspiciously. "The flayed man...who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?"
For a moment she did not know how to answer. She'd had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? "I'm a girl," she sniffed. "I was Lord Bolton's cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little."
His eyes went wide. "Gods be good," he said in choked voice. "Arya Underfoot? Lem, let go of her."
"She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?"
"The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."
ps: 灰风对Jeyne的哥哥Ser Rolph充满敌意，Catelyn知道后心里一凉，马上要求Robb不要把Ser Rolph放在他身边。先记下这个名字，不知道是不是伏笔。
Every night when they made camp, Ygritte threw her sleeping skins down beside his own, no matter if he was near the fire or well away from it. Once he woke to find her nestled against him, her arm across his chest. He lay listening to her breathe for a long time, trying to ignore the tension in his groin.
They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her father's head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.
All that weight dragged heavy, and his belly was so big and round that if he forgot to tug the belt slipped right off and tangled around his ankles, no matter how tight he cinched it. He had tried belting it above his belly once, but then it came almost to his armpits.
The old gods stir and will not let me sleep," She heard the woman say. "I dreamt I saw a shadow with a burning heart butchering a golden stag, aye. I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. I dreamt of a roaring river and a woman that was a fish. Dead she drifted, with red tears on her cheeks, but when her eyes did open, oh, I woke from terror.
Lady Smallwood gave her breeches, belt, and tunic to wear, and a brown doeskin jerkin dotted with iron studs. "They were my son's things," She said. "He died when he was seven."
"I'm sorry, my lady." Arya suddenly felt bad for her, and ashamed. "I'm sorry I tore the acorn dress too. It was pretty."
"Yes, child. And so are you. Be brave."
3.12【Bran】When there was a Stark at Winterfell...
The Liddle took out a knife and whittled at a stick. "When there was a Stark at Winterfell, a maiden girl could walk the kingsroad in her name-day grown and still go unmolested, and travelers could find fire, bread and salt at many inn and holdfast. But the nights are colder now, and doors are closed. There's squids in the wolfswood, and flayed man ride the kingsroad askign after strangers.
One day there would be Starks in Winterfell again, Bran told himself, and then he'd send for the Liddles and pay them back a hundredfold for every nut and berry.
"Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember they way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.
"Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?"
"Some kings make themselves. Robert did."
"He was no true king, Dany said scornfully. "He did no justice. Justice...that's what kings are for."
"Remember. To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back, and to touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow."
"Unsullied!" Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. "Slay the good masters, slay the soldiers, slay the every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see." She raised the harpy's fingers in the air...and then she flung the scourge aside. "Freedom!" she sang out. "Dracarys! Dracarys!"
"Dracarys!" they shouted back, the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Dracarys! Dracarys!" And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire.
3.17【Tyrion】原来Tyrion跟Sansa结婚晚上的那句“and so my watch begins”是编剧加的啊。剧里的这句台词虽然称得上是神来之笔，但原著里的Tyrion更让人心疼，“his mouth jerked as of she had slapped him”, 正如后来他自己说的那样，他一辈子都在因为是侏儒而接受审判。
"On my honor as a Lannister," The Imp said, "I will not touch you until you want me to."
It took all the courage that was in her to look in those mismatched eyes and say, "And if I never want you to, my lord?"
His mouth jerked as if she had slapped him. "Never?"
Her neck was so tight that she could scarcely nod.
"Why," he said, "That is why the gods made whores for imps like me." He closed his short blunt fingers into a fist, and climbed down off the bed.
The sun was high in the sky, and the upper third of the Wall was a crystalline blue from below, reflecting so brilliantly that it hurt the eyes to look on it.
3.19【Ygritte】野人们竟然尝试找过冬之号角！不知道"let all those shades loose in the world"是指什么，他们打开坟墓放出了什么东西？
We opened half a hundred graves and let all those shades loose in the world, and never found the Horn of Joramun to bring this cold thing down!"
I should have trimmed his head, not his beard, Tyrion reflected.And Slynt should have gone for a swim with his dear friend Allar Deem. At least he had not made the same foolish mistake with Symon Silver Tongue.See there, Father? he wanted to shout. See how fast I learn my lessons?
3.21【Jeor Mormont】The old bear临终前原谅了自己的儿子Jorah Mormont，泪目。
His breathing was very shallow now, his voice a whisper. "Tell my son. Jorah. Tell him, take the black. My wish. Dying wish."
"Wish?" The raven cocked its head, beady black eyes shining. "Corn?" the bird asked.
"No core," said Mormont feebly. "Tell Jorah. Forgive him. My son. Please. Go."
3.22 已经见到"The Others take you all"这句话很多次了，这是冰火中特有的粗口？
When he saw no one was smiling, Edmure threw up his hands. "The Others take you all! Very well, I'll wed the wench. As amends."
"Could you bring back a man without a head?" Arya asked. "Just the once, not six imes. Could you?"
When they finally broke apart, Ygritte was flushed. "You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live."
Every day he spent among the wildlings made what he had to do that much harder. He was going to find some way to betray these men, and when he did they would die. He did not want their friendship, any more than he wanted Ygritte's love. And yet...the Thenns spoke the old Tongue and seldom talked to Jon at all, but it was different with Jarl's raiders, the men who'd climbed the Wall. Jon was coming to know them despite himself: gaunt, quiet Errok and gregarious Grigg and Goat, the boy Quort andBodger, Hempen Dan the ropemaker. The worst of the lot was Del, a horsefaced youth near Jon's own age, who would talk dreamily of this wildling girl he meant to steal. "She's lucky, like your Ygritte. She's kissed by fire."
Jon had to bite his tongue. He didn't want to know about Del's girl orBodger's mother, the place by the sea that Henk the Helm came from, how Grigg yearned to visit the green men on the Isle of Faces, or the time a moose had chased Toefinger up a tree. He didn't want to hear about the boil on Big Boil's arse, how much ale Stone Thumbs could drink, or how Quort's little brother had begged him not to go with Jarl. Quort could not have been older than fourteen, tough he'd already stolen himself a wife and had a child on the way. "Might be he'll be born in some castle," the boy boasted. "Born in a castle like a lord!" He was very taken with the "castles" they'd seen, by which he meant watchtowers.
A hand closed round his ankle, and he hacked down and sawBodger's face dissolve in a welter of blood.
3.26【The Rains of Castamere】看完后面的血婚章节，决定补一条卡斯特梅的雨季。
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold and a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
the lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
4. A Storm of Swords 2, Blood and Gold
One of the first things Dany had done after the fall of Astapor was abolish the custom of giving the Unsullied new slave names every day. Most of those born free had returned to their birth names; those who still remembered them, at least. Others had called themselves after heroes or gods, and sometimes weapons,gems, and even flowers, which resulted in soldiers with some very peculiar names, to Dany's ears.
Grey Worm had remained Grey Worm. When she asked him why, he said, "It is a lucky name. The name this one was born to was accursed. That was the name he had when he was taken for a slave. But Grey Worm is the name this one drew the day Daenerys Stormborn set him free."
She smiled. "To be sure, I am only a young girl and know little of war. What do you think, my lords?"
"I think you are Rhaegar Targaryen's sister," Ser Jorah said with a rueful half smile.
"Aye," said Arstan Whitebeard, "and a queen as well."
4.3【Dany】Darrio Naharis在在书中来自名叫Stormcrows的佣兵团而不是次子团，喜欢他发誓效忠龙妈的这一段，以及龙妈真是颜控啊！看到最后一行龙妈在心里默念and he has blue eyes，猛然想到这个前一秒还在排兵布阵的女孩不过还是十多岁的少女。
Dany laughed. She liked the swagger she saw in this Darrio Naharis. "Draw your sword and swear it to my service."
Ser Jorah Mormont lingered. "Your grace," he said, too bluntly, "that was a mistake. We know nothing of this man—"
"We know that he is a great fighter."
"A great talker, you mean."
"He bring us the Stormcrows."And he has blue eyes.
I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venom dripping from their fangs. And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow."
The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. "I see you." she whispered. "I see you, wolf child.Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death..." She began to sob, her little body shaking. "You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here,dark heart. Begone!"