Serie „A Song of Ice and Fire” este probabil seria mea preferata de carti, fantasy sau nu. Nu sunt o fana fantasy, desi am citit foarte multe carti din genul asta. Problema e ca nici una din cartile alea nu au trezit in mine nici un fel pasiune si le-am citit cu un ochi critic si analitic – asa cum fac cu foarte multe alte carti, de altfel.
La fel am inceput sa citesc si seria lui George Martin, cautand defectele si problemele ca sa pot sa ma plang dupa ca e ‘overrated’ – mea culpa, nu am spus niciodata ca sunt fara prejudecati in materie de carti. Am descoperit o carte geniala – nu atat de mult prin scris, pentru ca recunosc, George Martin e plin de defecte in scris si ar avea nevoie de un editor bun, sa nu mai vorbim de faptul ca dupa ce am citit cartile alea am avut un sentiment usor voyeristic, stiam cum ii place la George Martin sa arate o femeie goala [cu sfarcuri mari si de culoare inchisa]
Cartile astea reprezentau pentru mine ceva special – in esenta lor, avea aceleasi clisee care ma innebuneau pe mine la fantasy, dar diferenta? George Martin era perfect constient de asta, clisee erau deconstruite si transformate in ceva nou si diferit..
Sa nu mai vorbim de faptul ca George Martin are un stil foarte interesant de a scrie, o combinatie de epic si modern. Pot sa ii iert defectele, pentru ca plusurile sunt multe.
Acum, postul asta – de mult vreau sa fac un post despre citatele mele preferate din A Song of Ice and Fire. O sa incerc sa nu le pun pe cele mai evidente, o sa le pun pe cele care m-am impresionat pe mine intr-un fel sau altul. Si o adaug comentarii personale, pentru ca nu ma pot abtine.
Asteptati-va la spoilers aici. Multe. Multe.
“There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are servants of light, the children of fire. The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows.”
-Melisandre, A Clash of Kings
Personal, mie imi place de Melisandre foarte mult. E un fel de masina de citate, si asta e unu din preferatele mele. Mereu mi-a placut sa interpretez citatul asta asa: cele mai extraordinare realizari necesita sacrificii imense. Sau si mai bine, si mai interesant: cu cat mai sus te ridici, cu atata mai repede si mai rau cazi. Ambele interpretari mi se par foarte potrivite pentru cartile astea. 😀
“‘Jaime?’ he croaked, almost choking on the blood that filled his mouth. Who else would save him, if not his brother?”
-Tyrion, A Clash of Kings
Ah, as putea sa caut toate citatele posibile din cartile astea cand Tyrion si Jaime vorbesc unul despre celalalt. De ce? pentru ca e minunat, de aia. Relatia lor e una din preferatele mele din cartile astea. Dintre relatiile dintre frati, imi place cel mai mult. Da, mai mult decat relatia lui Jon cu Arya. De ce? Pentru ca Tyrion detesta aproximativ 85% din omenire, si singura creatura pe care o detesta mai mult decat se detesta pe sine e Cersei. Jaime si Cersei se considera doua parti ale aceluiasi intreg. Si totusi, Jaime e una dintre singurele persoane pe care Tyrion le iubeste neconditionat. Ce nu e touching la relatia asta? Astea sunt doua personaje pur egoiste si mai diferite decat iarna si vara, si care totusi se intelegeau atat de bine si de iubeau.
Let him grow taller, she asked the gods. Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago.
– Catelyn Stark, about Robb Stark.
Ahhh, inima mea. Eu am realizat destul de tarziu ca ador capitolele lui Catelyn. Nu stiu sigur daca o ador pe Catelyn, dar capitolele ei aveau unele dintre scenele mele preferate si unele dintre cele mai emotionante. Nu pot sa spun ca acel cititat a avut un impact foarte mare asupra mea cand l-am citit prima data, dar dupa ce am terminat cartea a treia, si am citit un anume eveniment ce se intampla acolo? Ei bine, evenimentele respective pun citatul asta intr-un anume context care ma deprima ingrozitor. 😦
Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.
– Brienne, in A Clash of Kings.
Brienne e un personaj care mie imi place foarte mult, si citatul ala e unul din motive. Brienne supremul idealist, mai ceva decat Sansa. Sansa macar se trezeste putin la realitate, Brienne niciodata, mereu isi pastreaza ideile ei despre onoare si despre cavaleri. Imi vine sa o imbratisez, dar imi vine si sa ii trag doua palme ca sa o trezesc la realitate.
When her gaolers came for her, Septa Unella, Septa Moelle, and Septa Scolera led the procession. With them were four novices and two of the silent sisters. The sight of the silent sisters in their grey robes filled the queen with sudden terrors. Why are they here? Am I to die?The silent sisters attended to the dead. “The High Septon promised that no harm would come to me.”
“Nor will it.” Septa Unella beckoned to the novices. They brought lye soap, a basin of warm water, a pair of shears, and a long straightrazor. The sight of the steel sent a shiver through her. They mean to shave me. A little more humiliation, a raisin for my porridge. She would not give them the pleasure of hearing her beg. I am Cersei of House Lannister, a lion of the Rock, the rightful queen of these Seven Kingdoms, trueborn daughter of Tywin Lannister. And hair grows back. “Get on with it,” she said.
-Cersei Lannister, A Dance with Dragons
Cersei e un personaj absolut detestabil, sunt de acord cu asta. Personal, eu o detest. Dar cred ca e imposibil sa nu ii apreciezi macar putin determinarea, incapatarea cu care se agata de ceva si atitudinea ei de “I don’t give a fuck”. Un personaj bine scris nu trebuie sa fie un personaj bun si cu calitati, si Cersei mi se pare un personaj foarte bine scris si construit. Si mie imi place sa o detest pe Cersei, pentru ca macar nu e un villain boring. 😀
One day, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be less than strong. But not today. It could not be today.
– Catelyn Stark
Nu pot sa spune cat de mult imi place citatul asta. Poate pentru ca – moment penibilo-emotionant aici – pentru ca am vazut exact mentalitatea asta la bunica mea dupa ce a murit bunicul meu, si e o reactive pur emotiva.
“So many vows…they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other.”
Full discloser: mie imi placea de Jaime inainte de A Storm of Swords, si mi-a placut de Theon si mi-a placut de Theon in A Clash of Kings. Sue me. Than being said, Jaime e o contradictie divina si minunata. E un personaj care traieste dupa ordine, si totusi e definit de unul din singurele momente din viata lui in care a facut ceva din proprie initiativa.
The king pointed a finger at him. “I give you fair warning. If you force me to take my castle by storm, you may expect no mercy. I will hang you for traitors, everyone of you.”
“As the gods will it. Bring your storm, my lord – and recall, if you do, the name of this castle.” Ser Cortnay gave a pull on his reins and rode back toward the gate.
– Ser Cortnay Penros, in A Clash of Kings.
Numele castelului ala e Storm’s End. Am o singura parere despre citatul asta: it’s badass.
Imi recunosc un soft spot imens pentru declaratiile dramatice de barbatie, de onoare si de chestiil de genul asta. Urmatorul fragment e plin de badassitudine, si ma face sa regret din nou ca George Martin nu a scris nici o nuvela, nimic despre Rhaegar, despre Cavalerii lui Rhaegar si a lui Aerys, despre Robert Baratheon si Brandon Stark si Ned cand erau tineri. Buuu.
“I looked for you on the Trident,” Ned said to them.
“We were not there,” Ser Gerold answered.
“Woe to the Usurper if we had been,” said Ser Oswell.
“When King’s Landing fell, Ser Jaime slew your king with a golden sword, and I wondered where you were.”
“Far away,” Ser Gerold said, “or Aerys would yet sit the Iron Throne, and our false brother would burn in seven hells.”
“I came down on Storm’s End to lift the siege,” Ned told them, and the Lords Tyrell and Redwyne dipped their banners, and all their knights bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”
“Our knees do not bend,” said Ser Arthur Dayne.
“Ser Willem Darry is fled to Dragonstone, with your queen and Prince Viserys. I thought you might have sailed with him.”
“Ser Willem is a good man and true,” said Ser Oswell.
“But not of the Kingsguard,” Ser Gerold pointed out. “The Kingsguard does not flee.”
“Then or now,” said Ser Arthur. He donned his helm.
“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Gerold.
Ned’s wraiths moved up beside him, with shadow swords in hand. They were seven against three.
“And now it begins,” said Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning. He unsheathed Dawn and held it with both hands. The blade was pale as milkglass, alive with light.
“No,” Ned said with sadness in his voice. “Now it ends.”
-Ned Stark, A Game of Thrones
„He favored Jon with a rueful grin. „Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.” And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood as tall as a king.”
– Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones
Asta e unul din primele capitole din A Game of Thrones. Cred ca e finalul primului capitol a lui Jon. Si a fost si momentul in care am decis ca da, seria asta merita citita pana la final, pentru ca mi-a placut foarte mult paragraful ala.
She narrowed her eyes. „What is our heart’s desire?”
„Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. „Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers and whispered, „Fire and blood.”
– Doran Martell, A Feast for Crows.
Asta a fost unul din twist-urile mele preferate din AFFC. Printul din Dorne parea atat de slab si lipsit de orice sare sau pieper, si in final BAM! Fire and Blood.
„…madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.”
-Barristan Selmy, cred ca in A Dance with Dragons
“Out of the way, old man,” one of the red cloaks said.
Syrio’s stick came whistling up and rang against his helm. “I am Syrio Forel, and you will now be speaking to me with more respect.”
“Syrio, run,” she screamed.
“The first sword of Braavos does not run,” he sang as Ser Meryn slashed at him.
-from Arya’s chapter, A Game of Thrones
Okay, era sa uit de cat de badass era Syrio, dar bine ca mi-am amintit. Syrio se pune sa omoare vreo cinci soldati Lannister cu un bat. Cu un bat. Cu un bat. Pot sa repet asta? Tipul asta reuseste sa omoare cavaleri in armura si cu sabii cu un BAT. Cum? E pur si simplu atat de badass.
Momente de spoilers extreme aici, dar era imposibil sa nu pun momentele astea. A unul dintre cele mai ingrozitoare, frustrante si bine scrise scene din cartile lui Martin si m-au lasat cu foarte, foarte multe sentimente contradictorii. So let’s begin.
“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. Savaged limbs clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. On a throne above them sat a 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.”
– Dany, A Clash of Kings [foreshadooooowing 😀 ]
When the fool saw Davos, he jerked to a sudden halt, the bells on his antlered tin helmet going ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling. Hopping from one foot to the other, he sang, “Fool’s blood, king’s blood, blood on the maiden’s thigh, but chains for the guests and chains for the bridegroom, aye aye aye.”
George RR Martin; A Storm of Swords (Davos II) [Foreshadooooooowing]
<…> Catelyn grabbed a handful of Jinglebell Frey’s long grey hair and dragged him out of his hiding place. “Lord Walder!” she shouted. “LORD WALDER!” <…> “Enough,” said Catelyn. “Enough, I say. You have repaid betrayal with betrayal, let it end.” <…> “Please,” she said. “He is my son. My first son, and my last. Let him go. Let him go and I swear we will forget this … forget all you’ve done here. I swear it by the old gods and new, we… we will take no vengeance…”
Lord Walder peered at her in mistrust. “Only a fool would believe such blather. D’you take me for a fool, my lady?”
“I take you for a father. Keep me for a hostage, Edmure as well if you haven’t killed him. But let Robb go.” <..> “On my honor as a Tully,” she told Lord Walder, “on my honor as a Stark, I will trade your boy’s life for Robb’s. A son for a son.”
<..> The old man’s lips went in and out. The knife trembled in Catelyn’s hand, slippery with sweat. “A son for a son, heh,” he repeated. “But that’s a grandson … and he never was much use.”
<..> Robb had broken his word, but Catelyn kept hers. She tugged hard on Aegon’s hair and sawed at his neck until the blade grated on bone. Blood ran hot over her fingers. His little bells were ringing, ringing, ringing, and the drum went boom doom boom.
Finally someone took the knife away from her. The tears burned like vinegar as they ran down her cheeks. Ten fierce ravens were raking her face with sharp talons and tearing off strips of flesh, leaving deep furrows that ran red with blood. She could taste it on her lips.
It hurts so much, she thought. Our children, Ned, all our sweet babes. Rickon, Bran, Arya, Sansa, Robb… Robb… please, Ned, please, make it stop, make it stop hurting… The white tears and the red ones ran together until her face was torn and tattered, the face that Ned had loved. Catelyn Stark raised her hands and watched the blood run down her long fingers, over her wrists, beneath the sleeves of her gown. Slow red worms crawled along her arms and under her clothes. It tickles. That made her laugh until she screamed. “Mad,” someone said, “she’s lost her wits,” and someone else said, “Make an end,” and a hand grabbed her scalp just as she’d done with Jinglebell, and she thought, No, don’t, don’t cut my hair, Ned loves my hair. Then the steel was at her throat, and its bite was red and cold.
– Catelyn Stark, A Storm of Swords, the fucking Red Wedding.
Bine. Acum sa spalam gustul amar de la partea aia. [sau poate sa facem toata situatia si mai rea]. HAPPY STARKS!
„Are they coming back?” Bran asked him.
„Yes,” said Robb with such a hope in his voice that Bran knew he was hearing his brother, and not just Robb the Lord. „Mother will be home soon. Maybe we can ride out to meet her when she comes. Wouldn’t that surprise her, to see you ahorse?” Even in the dark room, Bran could feel his brother’s smile. „And afterward, we’ll ride north to see the Wall. We won’t even tell Jon we’re coming, we’ll just be there one day, you and me. It will be an adventure.”
„An adventure,” Bran repeated wistfully. He heard his brother sob. The room was so dark that he couldn’t see the tears on his brother’s face, so he reached out and found his hand. Their fingers twined together.
-Bran, A Game of Thrones
Bine. Nu mai pun altele aici, dar nu am terminat inca. mwahahaha~ Probabil o sa mai fac o continuare la articolul asta la un moment dat. 😀 Pentru ca merita. [si pentru ca am neglijat unele din personajele mele preferate aici: Asha Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Regina Ghimpilor, Sansa Stark, Robert Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon si Varys :D.] Ah. Si ceva ce nu am voie sa uit, asa ca adaug acum:
„These are northmen, Uncle. The North remembers.”
– Robb Stark, A Sword of Storms
„Foes and false friends are all around me, Lord Davos. They infest my city like roaches, and at night I feel them crawling over me” the fat man fingers coiled into a fist, and all his chins trembled. „My son Wender came to the Twins as a guest. He ate Lord Walder’s bread and salt with his friends. And they murdered him. Murdered, I say, and may the Freys choke upon their fables. I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter…but never think that means I have forgotten. The North remembers, Lord Davos. The North remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.”
– Wyman Manderly, A Dance with Dragons
„The North remembers. The Red Wedding, Lady Hornwood’s fingers, the sack of Winterfell, Deepwood Motte and Torrhen’s Square, they remember all of it.”
-Theon Greyjoy, Winds of Winter sample Chapter.
Imi place foarte mult declaratia lor de razboi si de razbunare. Promite atatea comploturi si batalii epice…<3333
Asa. Atat. Asta e tot. Peace out! XD