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 Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 9 Aoû 2009 - 20:24

Une petite chanson rigolote qui a été faite par un artiste et qui s'adresse aux fans hystériques de Martin. Vous savez ceux qui se permettent d'envoyer des mails d'insultes à l'auteur parce qu'il prend trop de temps pour écrire ADWD, et bien voilà ce que ça donne :

"GRR Martin is not your bitch"

Enjoy ! lol!
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 9 Aoû 2009 - 23:09

J'aime beaucoup ce refrain ! Cool "George RR Martin, is nottt your bitch ! "
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mer 26 Aoû 2009 - 13:27

depuis la plupart des roles du pilotes (qui s'arrète au moment de l'accident de Bran ), je vous invite à regarder sur le blog de la garde de nuit pour un résumé :

http://www.lagardedenuit.com/blog/

en gros il manque Cercei, Benjen, Sandor,Bran, Rickon, Myrcella et Tommen

ya du bon, de l'inconnu total et du mitigé !
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 20 Sep 2009 - 14:41

Je reviens sur une conversation que j'ai eu en privé avec Lucide (avec sa permission Wink) concernant AFFC.

Il se trouve qu'à l'époque où j'ai lu AFFC, donc juste après sa sortie, j'avais posté un avis très enthousiaste sur Rivages Maudits. Lucide s'étonnait à juste titre qu'aujourd'hui je le considère moyen (c.f sujet "votre top 10").

AFFC est l'exemple parfait du livre qui a mal vieilli dans mon souvenir et qui avec du recul a laissé un goût amer en bouche. Il y a des fois où nos attentes sont tellement hautes qu'on est déçu et d'autres où on est tellement en état d'addiction et de manque qu'on est tout simplement heureux d'avoir eu notre dose, même si celle-ci s'avère au final de médiocre qualité. C'est le 2ème cas de figure qui s'est passé pour moi avec AFFC, ça faisait tellement longtemps que j'attendais de me mettre quelque chose sous la dent concernant ASOIAF que même si ça avait été une histoire de "Oui Oui à Westeros" je l'aurais lue avec avidité et trouvé géniale.

J'ai conscience que c'est un tome charnière, et on comprend aisément les difficultés que Martin a eu à l'écrire. La fin de A Storm of Swords (tome génialissime s'il en est) laisse le pays et les personnages dans un tel bourbier qu'il faut maintenant recoller les morceaux et ça passe forcément par une étape transitoire, moins épique et moins mouvementée. Il faut remettre les pièces de l'échiquier en place afin de relancer la partie, tout cela je l'admets volontiers. Mais il n'empêche que ce tome manque pour moi de moments forts et marquants comme ce fût le cas avec les précédents volumes :

A Game of Thrones :

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A Clash of Kings :

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A Storm of Swords :

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...par exemple.

Ajoutez à cela que je n'ai gardé presque aucun souvenir des évènements relatés dans cet épisode, assez révélateur tout de même en ce qui me concerne.

De plus, je ne suis toujours pas convaincue du choix de Martin concernant l'absence totale d'une grande majorité des POV principaux au profit de seulement leur moitié où "soit-disant" les story-lines seraient complètes. Parce que force est de constater que ce n'est pas totalement le cas, aucun fil narratif n'est vraiment résolu dans ce tome, mais on laisse au contraire certains personnages dans des situations plus que précaires et incertaines :

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Et pour finir avec mes griefs : l'absence des autres POV donnent un résultat bien moins diversifié que dans les précédents tomes où on avait aussi bien l'aspect politique de Westeros et l'aspect aventure du côté du Mur (Jon) et des cités de l'Est (Dany), au final on a un bouquin avec beaucoup de parlotte politique et pas vraiment d'exotisme et d'aventures. Super dommage parce que c'est vraiment ce mélange que j'adorais dans cette série. Et attendre du coup 10 ans (et oui le pire est finalement arrivé) pour retrouver certains personnages comme Tyrion est carrément frustrant.

Voilà pourquoi mon opinion a évolué depuis ma lecture de ce 4ème tome. Tout comme elle a évolué pour Fool's Fate de Robin Hobb (je déborde du sujet mais c'est pour illustrer mon propos) mais dans le sens inverse cette fois : un sentiment de déception après lecture alors qu'aujourd'hui je me suis réconciliée avec cette fin que je trouve, après réflexion, parfaite pour clore la saga. Wink Les 2 cas sont donc possibles.

C'est pour toutes ces raisons que je tends de plus en plus à ne pas écrire mes impressions à chaud qui sont biaisées par le contexte dans lequel on a lu un livre.
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 20 Sep 2009 - 15:27

Comme je suis faignant (et je me soigne, pour preuve je songe à m'acheter un nouveau matelas plus confortable pour éviter les problèmes de dos dûs à mes longues siestes Laughing ), je vais commencer par remettre ce que j'ai répondu à Ange
par le biais d'un MP, Lucide a écrit:
Pour ma part, j'ai toujours vu A Feast For Crows comme un tome charnière et peut-être que cela a modelé mes expectations, au cours de ma lecture et même avec le recul. J'espère que les futures tomes redoreront son blason, quand on se dira que tous les trucs supers dans les derniers tomes avaient été amorcés dans ce tome charnière.
Le seul truc que je n'ai pas aimé dans AFFC c'est les passages avec les Fer-nés, je ne les ai jamais beaucoup aimé avec la trahison de Theon, leur ambition invraisemblable de régner sur Westeros alors que ce ne sont que des pirates (des Braves Compaings sur l'eau). Leurs chapitres dans AFFC n'ont fait que plus détester ce peuple (sauf peut-être Asha qui semble un peu moins sanguinaire que ses oncles) et j'espère que Dany portera son choix sur Quentin plutôt que sur Victarion quand elle décidera qui lui fournira sa flotte.
et tant que j'y suis, mon vieil avis sur ce tome
Le 11 août de l'an 2006, Lucide a écrit:
C'est le premier livre de la série que je lis en anglais et je l'ai beaucoup aimé. J'ai eu un peu de mal à rentrer dans l'histoire et l'absence de certains persos m'a un peu ennuyé mais rapidement j'ai été pris par l'histoire et Jaime est devenu un de mes personnages préférés. Et la découverte de Dorne et des Martell valait le coup, en particulier le prince Doran et même si on les voit peu les Sand Snakes.
On voit peu Arya mais elle reste toujours aussi déterminée et violente (pauvre Dareon; non je plaisante il le méritait pour aovir déserté la Garde de Nuit). Sansa nous permet de voir le machiavélisme de Littlefinger. Quand à Brienne ses chapitres permettaient de mettre un peu d'action.
Et maintenant place à l'inédit.
J'ai eu l'occasion de réfléchir aux arguments d'Ange et donc de me repencher sur mes impressions concernant AFFC. Ce que je fais rarement. Je relis quasiment jamais un roman (parfois des mangas car c'est court) et j'ai tendance donc à garder juste en mémoire mon impression au moment de la lecture. Mais dernièrement, avant cette fatidique conversation avec Ange, j'ai songé à relire ASOIAF, vu que la sortie de A Dance With Dragons se précise plus ou moins. Cette conservation ne peut que me donner encore plus envie, afin d'avoir un avis objectif sur AFFC. En attendant, voici ce que je peux dire.
Concernant le choix des POVs, je suis un peu d'accord avec Ange. Et je crois que George aussi a regretté d'avoir introduit tant de nouveaux POVs (par exemple les 3 rien que pour les Fer-nés, qui aurait pu être réglé avec 1), et il s'est limité à 2 nouveaux dans ADWD et ne compte pas en rajouter d'autres. Ainsi ce tome non content d'oublier plusieurs persos importants en introduit beaucoup de nouveaux moins intéressants. D'un autre côté, cela à mon avis sert certains persos qui ont vraiment pris de l'ampleur avec AFFC, surtout Jaime. Il prend sa pleine mesure et sans les champions que sont Jon, Dany et Tyrion, il est vraiment le héros de AFFC. Je ne suis pas sûr qu'il serait aussi populaire si ces trois persos avaient été là (il le serait bien sûr, mais peut-être moins).
Mais c'est vrai qu'au final le centrage sur Westeros enlève l'exotisme des chapitres avec Dany ou l'épique de ceux de Jon. Et il faut avouer que si les intrigues politiques sont une délectation à lire, elles marquent moins la mémoire qu'une bataille ou une cité mystérieuse.
Il est aussi vrai que ce tome manque d'éléments marquants, du moins égaux à la démesure des tomes précédents. Mais on sent que certains événements sont annonciateurs de grandes choses, un peu comme la découverte des Direwolfs. J'en note un qui traduit parfaitement mon sentiment
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 20 Sep 2009 - 19:37

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Le seul truc que je n'ai pas aimé dans AFFC c'est les passages avec les Fer-nés, je ne les ai jamais beaucoup aimé avec la trahison de Theon, leur ambition invraisemblable de régner sur Westeros alors que ce ne sont que des pirates (des Braves Compaings sur l'eau). Leurs chapitres dans AFFC n'ont fait que plus détester ce peuple


J'avais oublié cet aspect du livre, et tout comme toi Lucide je ne suis pas fan de cette partie de l'histoire et de son peuple, et comme on passe un bon bout de temps en leur compagnie...voilà quoi ça n'aide pas. En revanche j'ai assez aimé la partie sur Dorne, on découvre un coin de Westeros qui nous était jusque là complètement inconnu, sans oublier le Prince Doran qui, sous ses allures de vieillard docile, cache une sacrée trempe ! Bonne surprise que celle-ci, parce qu'il y en a malgré tout, même si elles ne sont pas assez nombreuses à mon goût pour racheter les défauts déjà soulignés.

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D'un autre côté, cela à mon avis sert certains persos qui ont vraiment pris de l'ampleur avec AFFC, surtout Jaime. Il prend sa pleine mesure et sans les champions que sont Jon, Dany et Tyrion, il est vraiment le héros de AFFC. Je ne suis pas sûr qu'il serait aussi populaire si ces trois persos avaient été là (il le serait bien sûr, mais peut-être moins).

L'évolution du personnage de Jaime reste encore à ce jour (pour moi toujours) l'aspect le plus réussi et abouti de AFFC, je dirais même heureusement qu'il y a ça pour sauver le bouquin qui n'est pas loin d'avoir frisé la catastrophe. J'exagère un peu, ouais allez pas mal même mais c'est que je me sens tellement blasée maintenant... Rolling Eyes

Enfin toujours est-il qu'à l'époque j'avais écrit ceci concernant Jaime :

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et puis il y a Jaime aaaaaah Jaime ...c'est la plus grosse évolution de tout le bouquin voire du cycle pour l'instant, je l'aimais déjà beaucoup mais là je suis complètement amoureuse, j'adore ce qu'il est en train de devenir, torturé à souhait, passionné, hanté par ses vieux démons .

Et c'est toujours le cas wubcoeur Beau travail de la part de Martin sur la psychologie de son personnage, c'est fin et bien amené, je veux dire sans que l'on sente la main de l'auteur, malgré ce revirement d'état d'esprit chez Jaime. Même si le traitement des personnages est une qualité dans une œuvre, ce n'est pas ça qui dynamise a elle seule un récit et en discutant là de tout ça je m'aperçois que finalement le truc qui pêche dans ce bouquin c'est qu'il est trop centré sur cet aspect et pas assez sur l'action et l'avancement de l'intrigue.


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Mais c'est vrai qu'au final le centrage sur Westeros enlève l'exotisme des chapitres avec Dany ou l'épique de ceux de Jon. Et il faut avouer que si les intrigues politiques sont une délectation à lire, elles marquent moins la mémoire qu'une bataille ou une cité mystérieuse.

Je crois sincèrement que si Martin avait sorti ADWD (avec l'autre moitié des POV donc) un an après la sortie de AFFC, comme il l'avait d'abord annoncé, je serais restée sur ma 1ère impression, car j'aurais moins ressenti cette amputation de l'histoire et la frustration qu'elle génère, sans parler du rythme qui en aurait moins souffert également.
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Lun 21 Sep 2009 - 10:08

mesdames

Georges a "refait" les tomes 4 et 5 car il devait y avoir un saut de 5 ans à l'origine mais il y a finalement été autrement et a choisi de découper dans la localisation les POV ce qui lui permettait d'introduire certains aspects (fers nés et surtout martell) !
alors visiblement autant pour le tome 4 il a réussi en 5 ans à le faire, autant il s'est rajouté des contraintes temporelles en plus (voit son blog, il fait souvent référence au noeud meerien) et des PoV ré écrits (notament Bran qui lui donne du fil à recoudre ...; ;-) )

donc oui c'est long, oui c'est c*iant mais je pense (tjrs) que ça va le faire !!
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Lun 21 Sep 2009 - 10:46

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Georges a "refait" les tomes 4 et 5 car il devait y avoir un saut de 5 ans à l'origine mais il y a finalement été autrement et a choisi de découper dans la localisation les POV ce qui lui permettait d'introduire certains aspects (fers nés et surtout martell) !
alors visiblement autant pour le tome 4 il a réussi en 5 ans à le faire, autant il s'est rajouté des contraintes temporelles en plus (voit son blog, il fait souvent référence au noeud meerien) et des PoV ré écrits (notament Bran qui lui donne du fil à recoudre ...; ;-) )

Usul, Lucide c'est "Monsieur" et non Madame Wink

Et pour ce qui est du découpage tout ce que tu dis nous le savons depuis longtemps, c'est pas le souci...Il n'empêche que lorsque j'observe le résultat et le déséquilibre que ça génère dans la narration de AFFC, j'en viens à douter sérieusement du bien fondé de ce choix. Martin est maître à bord, c'est lui l'écrivain, il connait son boulot je ne conteste pas ce fait et c'était sans doute la seule échappatoire pour pallier au problème du saut de 5 ans. Mais ce n'est pas parce que c'est la solution la moins pire qu'elle est forcément bonne ou qu'elle fonctionne pour les lecteurs. Le plan initial c'était de sortir ADWD avec l'autre moitié des POV très peu de temps après la parution de AFFC - attention je ne critique pas les innombrables reports, Martin a sa vie et il a le droit de prendre 10 ans si ça lui chante - juste que le tome 4 aurait mieux fonctionné si effectivement il s'en était tenu à ce délai.

On aura attendu 10 ans (et encore rien n'est sûr) pour retrouver des persos comme Jon, Dany, Tyrion. On sait désormais que Martin n'est pas un auteur rapide, si on compte une moyenne de 5 ans pour l'écriture du tome 6 ça veut dire qu'on aura également un délai de 10 ans pour savoir ce que sont devenus les persos de AFFC (sachant que la plupart on les a laissé dans des situations extrêmes), c'est pas du délire ça quand même ? Shocked
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mar 22 Sep 2009 - 17:48

Ange a écrit:

Je crois sincèrement que si Martin avait sorti ADWD (avec l'autre moitié des POV donc) un an après la sortie de AFFC, comme il l'avait d'abord annoncé, je serais restée sur ma 1ère impression, car j'aurais moins ressenti cette amputation de l'histoire et la frustration qu'elle génère, sans parler du rythme qui en aurait moins souffert également.
Sans aucun doute. Je pense aussi que Martin ne ferait pas le même choix s'il avait su la complexité et le temps qu'il lui faudrait pour écrire A Dance With Dragons. Par exemple pour les nombreux POVs, c'est lui-même qui a dit qu'il en avait trop introduits dans AFFC (un peu de la même manière qu'il pense qu'il aurait dû commencer A Game of Thrones avec les enfants plus vieux). Je dois avouer qu'au moment de la sortie de AFFC, je ne commençais pas encore la série et donc je supporte mieux l'attente que d'autres, mais je pense que George RR Martin a souhaité faire plaisir à ses fans en sortant ce tome, croyant alors ne plus avoir longtemps à attendre avant d'avoir fini ADWD. Pure conjecture de ma part.
Je pense qu'on aura une vision plus claire des problèmes de George RR Martin pour l'écriture de ces 2 tomes, une fois que ADWD sera sorti. Pour l'instant, on peut juste conjucturer sur les difficultés du maître.
Ange a écrit:

On aura attendu 10 ans (et encore rien n'est sûr) pour retrouver des persos comme Jon, Dany, Tyrion. On sait désormais que Martin n'est pas un auteur rapide, si on compte une moyenne de 5 ans pour l'écriture du tome 6 ça veut dire qu'on aura également un délai de 10 ans pour savoir ce que sont devenus les persos de AFFC (sachant que la plupart on les a laissé dans des situations extrêmes), c'est pas du délire ça quand même ? Shocked
Là par contre je ne suis pas d'accord. Je ne pense pas que George RR Martin soit un auteur particulièrement lent. Peut-être perfectionniste, mais pas lent. Et m'étant moins même essayé à l'écriture, je sais que le plus dur est souvent d'écrire les passages obligatoires du récit entre le début et la fin. AFFC et ADWD sont ces passages et le sont dans une immense saga. Après 3 tomes d'ouverture, où il a pu partir dans toutes les directions, George doit remettre tout le monde dans la bonne direction, celle conduisant à la parfaite conclusion qu'il a imaginée. S'il lui faut 10 ans, je dirais que c'est presque normal. Si on compare avec d'autres auteurs de grandes sagas, il y a Erikson qui plus ou moins a évité cet écueil en écrivant des tomes relativement indépendants (et le fait qu'il soit sans doute moins perfectionniste, car difficile d'écrire des pavés de 1000 pages en un an et de passer des heures à revoir chaque chapitre lors du processus d'édition), il y a Jordan dont je n'ai pas encore tout lu mais dont j'ai pu voir qu'on lui repocher des tomes intermédiaires un peu bancals, avec apparitions de nouveaux persos, etc... (écueil que George a confessé et qui reste confiné à un seul tome, AFFC).
Tout ça pour dire que comme je l'ai déjà dit, ici même, je pense que l'écriture des tomes 6 et 7 sera plus rapide. Peut-être pas supersoniques, mais 5 ans pour les 2 tomes ne me semblent pas impossibles.
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mar 22 Sep 2009 - 20:12

J'écris un roman moi même (qui doit faire environ 700 pages "edition" aujourd'hui) depuis maintenant 4 ans, donc je suis d'accord avec Lucide pour dire que 10 ans, ce n'est pas si long, surtout avec un tome de plus de 1000 pages au milieu. Laughing
Les exemples de romans écrits sur de très longues périodes abondent dans la littérature. Je pense que nous sommes devenus un peu exigeants à notre époque msn email ...(même si moi aussi ça m'énerve de devoir relire les tomes précédents pour me souvenir).

Sinon, pour d'autres raisons, j'ai aussi trouve que le dernier volume était en deça des autres.
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mer 23 Sep 2009 - 10:23

j'entends bien tout ce que vous dites ... et pardon pour lucide, j'ai mal lu -_-

faut savoir aussi que sieur MARTIN (oui je le défends un peu, j'aime bien etre l'avocat du diable) a d'autres occupations
- Wild cards
- les produits dérivés du trone de fer
- les parties de jeux de roles
- les conventions à la noix
- les anthologies/hommages
- le suivi de la série :!

sachant qu'il galère vraiment sur le tome, c'est vrai que ça peut troubler !
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 18 Oct 2009 - 18:33

un gros point car ça va comencer !

TECHNIQUE
Auteur : George RR MARTIN
réalisateur pilote : Thomas McCarthy
producteur exécutif : David Benioff & D.B. Weiss

CASTING

STARK
- Ned : Sean Bean
- Catelyn : Jennifer Ehle
- Robb : Richard Madden
- Arya : Maisie Williams
- Sansa : Sophie Turner
- Bran : Isaac Hempstead-Wright
- Jon SNOW :Kit Harington

- Benjen STARK : Joseph Mawle
- Mestre Luwin : casté mais pas annoncé
- Ser Roddick CASSEL : Ron Donachie (pas officiel)
- Jory : Luke Mably
-Esme Bianco as "Red Headed Whore", une péripapétitienne que le nabo de Tyrion s'offrira les services !

LANNISTER
- Jaime : Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
- Cercei : Lena Headey
- Tyrion :Peter Dinklage
- Grand Mestre Pycelle : +/- annoncé dans le casting par l'auteur mais pas officiel alors qui sait ?

BARATHEON
- Robert : Mark Addy
- Joffrey : Jack Gleeson
- Myrcella : pas annoncé
- Tommen : pas annoncé

- Sandor CLEGANE : Rory McCann

TARGARYEN
- Viserys : Harry Lloyd
- Daenerys : Tamzin Merchant
- Jorah MORMONT : Iain Glen
- Khal Drogo : Jason Momoa
- Magister Illyrio MOPATIS : casté mais pas encore annoncé

GREYJOY
- Theon : Alfie Owen-Allen



à noter que MARTIN sera le 3/11 ç Belfast et le 5 à Dublin avec les acteurs, techniciens dispo et "bien voulant" pour de la dédicace
j'ai demandé à un collègue de voir si il peut passer ....
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Lun 19 Oct 2009 - 11:27

Martin a participé dernièrement à une convention et voici ce qu'il a laissé filtrer (d'après des fans) concernant ADWD :

- Contrairement à ce qu'il avait annoncé, il y aura bien des POV de AFFC, plus spécialement Sansa et Cersei. Le plan initial était de les inclure dans The Winds of Winter (tome 6) mais lui et son éditeur ont décidé de les faire apparaitre dans ADWD pour une meilleure cohérence au niveau du time-line et pour satisfaire les fans qui sans cela auraient attendu de nombreuses années avant d'avoir la résolution à certains cliffhangers...

- Concernant le fameux POV mystère Martin a confirmé que c'était Mélisandre (un seul chapitre). En revanche il y a un nouveau POV mystère (un de plus...) qu'il n'a pas révélé.

- Il a confirmé qu'Arya aurait 2 chapitres, le 3ème allant dans le tome suivant.

- En ce concerne la répartition des chapitres dans ADWD, Bran et Davos n'auront que 3 chapitres, Asha très peu également, le plus gros du bouquin sera centré sur Jon, Tyrion et Dany.
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mer 3 Mar 2010 - 11:26

la série a eu le feu vert pour la saison 1 !!
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mer 3 Mar 2010 - 13:54

effectivement : série enfin acceptée par HBO qui avait commandé le pilote.

Les fans de George doivent faire des petites danses de joie partout dans le monde lol!

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Mer 3 Mar 2010 - 22:33

http://www.thrfeed.com/2009/10/game-of-thrones-cast-with-photos-.html
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Jeu 4 Mar 2010 - 6:06

Sangoire a écrit:

Les fans de George doivent faire des petites danses de joie partout dans le monde lol!

Sauf une.

Je danserais quand j'aurais ADWD dans les mains Evil or Very Mad
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Jeu 4 Mar 2010 - 12:25

senindae a écrit:
Sangoire a écrit:

Les fans de George doivent faire des petites danses de joie partout dans le monde lol!

Sauf une.

Je danserais quand j'aurais ADWD dans les mains Evil or Very Mad

Oui mais ça c'est pas une surprise c'est compris dans le titre lol!

Senin "Dance With Dragons" bien connue dans la tribu Wink

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Jeu 4 Mar 2010 - 14:54

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Dim 11 Avr 2010 - 23:10

Je ne sais pas si vous êtes au courant mais en ce moment il y a un tournoi "virtuel" avec plein de personnages de la fantasy (à la façon du fameux tournoi d'Elbakin) sur suvudu et c'est Jaime Lannister et Rand Al'Tor en finale. Martin a pour l'occasion écrit une petite "nouvelle" qui met en scène ce combat ultime entre ces 2 personnages mythiques.
Personne n'a jamais rêvé de lire un récit où les plus grands personnages de la fantasy moderne se rencontreraient ? Moi oui et Martin l'a fait ! C'est un vrai délice (et à la foi un peu étrange) de voir sur un "même plan" Rand et Jaime. Bref une petite friandise que je vous invite à découvrir de toute urgence, je vais citer le passage ci-dessous car je veux garder ce moment d'anthologie qui à mon avis sera un jour très recherché par les fans du Trône de Fer !

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A cold wind was gusting from the north, but the tourney grounds beside the river were crowded nonetheless. The smallfolk had begun streaming out the city gates in the early morning, to claim the best places in the great wooden grandstands that had been thrown up beneath the massive walls of King's Landing.

The battle to be fought today would be one to tell their grandchildren about; a champion was coming from another world, a sorcerer of terrible power, to face Ser Jaime Lannister in a Trial of Seven. Hardly a man there had been alive the last time a Trial of Seven had been fought in Westeros, and none had ever seen one like today's. The talk around the city was that this wizard Rand al'Thor meant to fight alone, against the Kingslayer and six companions. Some of them would be from distant realms as well, with powers and skills that made them legends in their own right. "There will be songs sung about today's battle," the old men told themselves, as they settled onto their benches, eager for the fray.

Ser Jaime's pavilion stood at the west end of the lists. All of crimson silk, it was, with a golden lion's head adorning its center pole. Within, Jaime Lannister sipped at a cup of Arbor red while his squires armored him from head to heel in gilded steel. "Does this Rand have a title?" he asked his brother. "How shall I address him? Ser Rand? Lord Rand?"

"He's not a knight," said Tyrion. "Nor a lord. He started as a farm boy, but he's risen high."

"Is he a king?" Jaime had killed a king before. Royal blood did not daunt him.

"Kings and queens and princes do his bidding," said Tyrion. "He's become something close to a god in his own world. Which seems to be called Randland, by the way."

"Randland?" Jaime laughed. "That's modest."

"And the crow calls the raven black. Remember Lannisport?"

"Just a city," said Jaime. "Even father wouldn't presume to name the whole world after us. What was this land called before it was called Randland?"

"The books do not say. Or if they do, I missed it." The dwarf shrugged. "What can I say?They're thick tomes. And I had to do a lot of other reading to find six champions to fight beside you. I can tell you that Rand's a blademaster as well as a sorcerer. He believes he is destined to save his world from someone called the Dark One. Oh, and he has three women." He grinned. "Must be nice to be the destined savior of the world."

Jaime briefly considered what his own life might be like if he'd had three sisters instead of just one. He almost felt sorry for this Rand al'Thor. One Cersei was more than any man should need to deal with. "So where are these six stalwarts of yours?"

"Oh, they're here. Would you like to meet them?"

"My life depends on them, according to you. Yes. Show them in."

Tyrion hopped down from the camp stool. "As you command, brother."

He brought them in one by one; three men and three women. A one-eyed man, tall and fair, with straight blond hair falling almost to his shoulders. An older man, round-shouldered, plump, and past sixty, whose eyes peered out from behind a pair of glass lenses. A non-descript fellow, brown haired and brown eyed, with a commoner's face and a nose that had been broken more than once. A pregnant priestess all in red, with a ruby glowing at her throat and two red eyes that matched its hue. A girl skinny as a stick, scowling, with a vermilion streak in her stringy brown hair. And a pale young woman, slim, lovely, her hair a coal black waterfall with half-seen hints of red, held in place by a circle of dark metal that cast strange shadows in her deep-set eyes.

Tyrion named them each in turn: Klaus, Tom, Jay, Melisandre, Joey, Sharra.

Jaime Lannister greeted each one courteously, but after the last of them was gone, he turned on his little brother and said, "Tyrion, have you taken leave of your bloody wits? The red priestess, aye, she may be of use, but the others... old men, cripples, and children, and soft, soft, soft. I might have had the Mountain and the Hound, Jon Snow, Brienne, Barristan Selmy... I might have had a dragon or three."

"You killed a dragon round before last," Tyrion reminded him. "Do you imagine Rand couldn't do the same? No seven knights could hope to stand against Rand al'Thor for more than a moment."

"And this lot can?"

"Watch and find out," said Tyrion. "And now you must excuse me. Our guests will be arriving soon, and I should be there to welcome them to Westeros."

#

Rand al'Thor stepped through the gate, into the teeth of a cold north wind that set his cloak to flapping. The women came behind him: Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne garbed as ladies, Birgitte with her bow and Avienda with her spears, Min in her men's clothes.

A roar greeted their appearance, as the crowded stands around the tourney grounds erupted in shouts and cheers and whistles. On the walls of the great city behind them guards began to beat their spears against their shields. Avienda slid into a fighting crouch and Birgitte nocked an arrow to her bowstring. Nynaeve eyed the throngs and sniffed in disdain. Egwene frowned and smoothed her skirts. Min shook her head. "We should not have come," she said. "I saw all this in my vision. Rand, we should leave now."

"Soon," replied the Dragon Reborn. "This will not take long. My foe this time is only a swordsman. A swordsman without his sword hand." He glanced about, looking for this knight called Jaime Lannister. To the south was a wide, swift river, and behind them a great walled city. It was not at all what he had expected. He had thought to face this last foe on some desolate moor or blood-soaked battleground, in a forest glade or mountain meadow, perhaps a castle yard... not on a festival ground, with thousands looking on.

"Destroy them all," Avienda urged. "Let the ground open up and swallow them, Rand, your foe and all these others too. The sooner we leave this place the better."

Rand frowned at her. "There are children here," he pointed out. "Half the crowd is women. Young boys, old men, the poor and lame and halt." He could hear the cries of peddlers selling roasted meat and hot pies to the people in the stands, the shouts of gamblers proclaiming odds (if Mat had come, he would be taking bets already, Rand did not doubt). They have made a carnival of this, he thought with disapproval. With the One Power, he could destroy all this in the blink of an eye... but to kill so many innocents just to bring down one feeble foe would be an act worthy of the Dark One.

"If you will not end this now, allow us to fight beside you," said Birgitte.

"I have given my word to face these foes alone. This Jaime Lannister has no weapon but a sword. He is no threat to me."

The women exchanged looks. Elayne sighed. "Men," said Nynaeve, sniffing.

Rand had never intended to bring the women with him. He did not know what dangers this strange world might present, and he did not like the idea of exposing them to peril. Even when his latest foe had challenged him to a fight of seven against seven, he had insisted that he would fight alone. There was no keeping the women away, however. They would not listen. They never did. Though he seemed to accumulate more women everywhere he went, he still did not know how to talk to them. Perhaps if Mat had been here... or Perrin... his friends had always had an easy way with girls.

A dwarf was waddling toward them, leading a big black horse. The little man was richly garbed, but scarred, with only half a nose, and a pair of mismatched eyes, one green and one black. "Welcome to Westeros," he announced. "I am Tyrion of House Lannister. I see you brought six companions after all. Will they be fighting with you?"

"Yes," said Min. "Yes," said Avienda. "Yes," said Egwene. Nynaeve sniffed.

"No," Rand al'Thor said firmly. "I fight alone."

"Our gods here may not like that," the dwarf warned. "We have seven of them here. A trial of seven does them honor. Fight alone, and you insult them."

"The Creator is the only true god, and there is but one of him," said Rand.

"I would not be so sure of that." Tyrion Lannister patted the big black stallion. "It is customary to begin this sort of fight ahorse. I have brought a mount for you. If he does not suit, we have others."

"I will not require a horse," said Rand.

"Do you wish Jaime to dismount?"

Rand shrugged. "Ride or walk, it makes no difference."

"He'll ride, then. And he will be armored. I see you wear neither mail nor plate"

"I am armored in the One Power," said Rand. "And my patience is wearing thin. A war awaits me on my own world."

"The Last Battle, yes," the dwarf said. "I've read of it. Well, I shan't keep you any longer." He turned to Rand's women with a lascivious smile. "My ladies, if you will be so good as to come with you, we have places reserved for you in the royal box."

#

Tyrion had expected three women, but the royal box was large, and it was easy enough to find places for six. The dwarf let the Dragon Reborn cool his tail in the middle of the tourney ground whilst he introduced his entourage to his own sweet sister and her son, the little king. Several of Rand's women were "channellers" who commanded the same sort of sorcerous powers that he did, and Tyrion was half hoping that Cersei would say something especially snotty to one of them and get turned into some sort of reptile, or perhaps just flamed into a cinder, but unfortunately the queen decided to be on her best behavior this morning and was all grace and warmth and smiles.

And Tommen charmed the women, as the dwarf had expected he would. Cersei had brought some documents for him to sign and seal, and the boy king was soon happily showing how the Randlanders how he melted the wax and pressed the seal down into it to make an impression. Thankfully, none of Rand's ladies read the Common Tongue of Westeros, so they did not notice that the documents Tommen was signing were all death warrants. After a few moments, all of them but Min were cooing happily over him.

Min worried him, if truth be told. The archer and the spear maiden were dangerous, he did not doubt, and the channelers doubly so with their sorcerer's skills, but only Min truly seemed to sense the peril their lord was in. "Keep an eye on that one," he whispered to Jay and Joey, as he settled down between them, just behind Rand's women.

Jay nodded. Joey scowled. "If I fucking feel like it, I will. Where are my real clothes? I feel like a fucking idiot dressed up in this shit. You didn't tell me we were going to a RenFaire."

#

Jaime Lannister trotted onto the field on a chestnut courser with a tawny mane, clad in golden armor that flashed and glittered in the sun.



His helm was wrought in the shape of a lion's head, maned and roaring. His mount was caparisoned in flowing crimson silks emblazoned with the golden lion of House Lannister, and the white cloak of a Kingsguard knight flowed from his shoulders. A heavy oaken shield was on his right arm, a steel-pointed lance clasped in his left hand.

The wrong hand.

His right, the golden hand, could no more hold a lance than it could a sword. There was a time, not long ago, when Jaime was as good a jouster as any in the Seven Kingdoms, with a good chance to win any tourney that he entered. That time was gone.

The crowd grew hushed for a moment. Then a sound swelled up, a mix of cheers and curses. King's Landing had no reason to love the Lannisters, though Jaime himself had always been a favorite of the smallfolk... if only because the cleverer ones had won a deal of coin wagering on him. He wondered how the betting was going today.

His foe stood waiting at the far end of the lists, his cloak flapping in the wind. Young, Jaime thought, looking at him. Hardly more than a boy. Rand wore no armor. He had refused both horse and lance, just as Tyrion had said he would. It ought to be a simple thing to ride him down and drive a lance point through his chest, but Jaime knew better.

"Do not try to take him by yourself," Tyrion had warned him. "He has a dozen ways to kill you before you get within ten yards of him. This is a Trial of Seven. You cannot win it by yourself. Use the help I've brought you."

The idea rankled. Jaime pulled up and raised the visor of his helm. "Al'Thor," he shouted, "I am told you are a swordsman. So am I. Swear that you will not use your wizard's tricks, here before the eyes of gods and men, and I will not call upon my six companions. We can settle the matter as men should, just the two of us, sword to sword."

Rand smiled. "You will not gull me so easily, Lannister. What you call my 'wizard's tricks' are as much s part of me as my arms and legs. I will not cripple myself for your convenience. Bring on your companions. I fear them no more than I fear you. But come, let us be done with this. I am the Dragon Reborn, and the Last Battle awaits me."

Well, I gave him a chance. "This is your last battle, farm boy," Jaime replied. He put two fingers in his mouth and gave a whistle.

Klaus was the first to appear. Tall as Jaime and even blonder, with broad shoulders and long legs, a patch covering one eye. He was clad in wool and leather, unarmed. Next came Sharra, cloaked and hooded, a crossbow in her hands, a quiver of bolts on one hip. Around her brows, half hidden by her hood, was the dark crown. Then Melisandre stepped forward, great with child, her red robes blowing about her swollen belly. Flames danced around her fingers, and the ruby at her throat pulsed red. And from behind Jaime's pavilion, a grim grey shape floated up into the air; something like a bowl turned upside down and armored all in heavy plate, but as large as the tent that concealed it. Up and up and up it rose, though it had no more business floating in the sky than an anvil might have

Rand al'Thor studied each in turn. "Five," he said. "I was told there would be seven."

"The farm boy can count." Jaime dropped his visor, and gave his horse the spur.

#

Rand al'Thor watched them come, waiting, channeling, drawing deep of the One Power. Lannister was charging at a gallop, his lance point lowered. The closest threat and the most obvious, but the one that he feared least. He knew Jaime and all that he was capable of; these others were unknown, and therefore dangerous.

The hooded woman had loaded her crossbow and lifted it to her shoulder. She was walking forward too, slowly and deliberately, but quarrels were another known quantity, and posed no real danger to a channeler. The giant iron tortoise shell was more of a mystery, but it was ponderously slow. He would have time to deal with it, he did not doubt.

The last two troubled him the most. The big blond man appeared to be unarmed, and the woman... Rand had always been reluctant to harm woman, and to send a pregnant woman against him... that was a clever stroke, almost worthy of a Forsaken. Do they think that if they make me kill an unarmed man and a pregnant woman in front of thousands of witnesses, that somehow that will break me?

Perhaps it would have, once. But Rand was no longer the boy that he had been. Jaime Lannister and his friends were about to learn that hard lesson.

The hooded woman loosed her quarrel. Rand could feel it flying toward him, the cold morning air rushing past its vanes. A heartbeat later, the red-robed woman cried out the name, "R'hllor," and loosed a fireball toward him with a snap of her wrist. Rand could hear it crackling as it sped across the field. He could hear the hooftbeats of Jaime Lannister's warhorse too, coming closer and closer, tearing up the ground with every stride.

Rand reached out with the One Power. A sudden gust of air seized the crossbolt bolt and sent it at the one-eyed man with the straight blond hair. Rand grasped the fireball in mid-flight as well, and flung it upwards toward the huge steel tortoise. By then Lannister was almost upon him, the point of his lance leveled at Rand's throat. Rand let it get within a yard of him, then opened a gate, stepped through it, and reappeared at the far end of the field, beside Jaime's tent. The crowd gasped, and began to roar and shout.

Across the field the Kingslayer reined up suddenly and wheeled his horse about, searching for his foe. The red-robed woman was closer, though, and she was the first to find him.



No more than five yards separated them. The ruby at her throat blazed as she flung another ball of fire at him. Rand shunted its aside, and smiled as Lannister's tent began to burn, the flames licking up its sides. "For your sake and the sake of your child, leave this field, my lady," he called out to her. "You cannot hope to defeat the Dragon with fire."

Before the red woman could reply, Rand sensed another crossbolt bolt flying at him. He made another gate, stepped through, and let it pass through the place where he had been. This time he reappeared beside the hooded woman, just as she was reaching for another quarrel. He channeled, and the crossbow flew to pieces in her hands. Jagged shards of wood glanced harmlessly off the One Power in which Rand had encased himself. The girl cursed and reached for a knife. A knife? Does she truly think she can harm me with a knife? Rand made the earth beneath her feet rise up, knocking her aside... then turned just in time to confront a new foe. Another knight. Where did he come from?

This knight was all in white from head to heel. Wings sprouted from the temples of his warhelm. On his breastplate was engraved a chalice. And all his armor glowed, suffused with a soft and ghostly radiance. One instant he was unarmed. The next a sword was in his hand, white, shining, alive with radiance. Callandor, Rand thought, for just an instant... but no, that was impossible, no man but the Dragon Reborn could safely wield Callandor.



The white knight was right on top of him. He did not have time to draw his own blade, but Rand was unafraid. So long as he was armored in the One Power, no blade could --

The slash came down like lightning, and met his protective aura where with a blinding flash of light and a sound like a doomed soul shrieking from the pits of Shayol Ghul. Then the pain hit, and Rand al'Thor realized that it was own scream he was hearing. Reeling, he opened a gate and staggered through.

#

Tyrion Lannister smiled a crooked smile as he watched Rand vanish again, only to reappear a few feet from the royal box. The farm boy's face was pale with pain, and in his eyes the dwarf saw just a hint of doubt, as if he had realized for the first time that he might be in real peril here. No blood, though. He had been hoping for blood. Rand's invisible armor had been strong enough to stop Lohengrin's ghost steel blade, else the cut would have taken off his arm clean at the shoulder... but not quite strong enough to blunt the shock of the blow entirely. Klaus had hurt him.

Rand's women saw it too. The two who had been talking quietly to each other suddenly fell silent, and the one who had been pulling on her braid this whole time gave a gasp. It was the short-haired girl who worried him most, though, Min in her men's clothes. The way her eyes narrowed. She will not let him die, the dwarf realized. Not without taking a hand.
He gave Jay a judge in the side with his elbow and nodded at her. "I know," said Jay.

The fight almost ended then and there. Rand was hurting, half-dazed by the unexpected blow, and his foes were closing in for the kill. Lohengrin raced toward the Dragon from one direction, Jaime on his destrier from the other. Forty feet above, the Turtle's shell was drifting nearer. And halfway across the field, bathed in the light of the burning pavilion, Melisandre of Asshai had shrugged off her robes to stand naked in the heat of the fires, her pale skin glistening, her thighs trembling, giving birth. The crowd was screaming for blood, and for half a heartbeat even Tyrion dared to hope the end was near.

Then, all at once, Rand seemed to recover himself. Perhaps he had used his channeling to heal himself, or perhaps one of these women in the royal box had done it for him; some of them were channelers as well. Go on, the dwarf thought, channel all you want. Healing especially. Maybe if he asked very nice they would even heal him. Close his scar, grow him a new nose, make him strong and tall. If they could do that, I might even go back to Randland with them and fight in the Last Battle. The notion of a last battle appealed to him. In Westeros, there was never a last battle. Nor would there be, so long as men played the game of thrones. Maybe Rand would give me one of his women if I went over to his side, the dwarf mused. It's not as if he doesn't have enough of them.

Down on the field, the ground beneath Jaime's charging horse exploded upwards in a rain of dirt and stone, sending his brother and the poor horse spinning through the air like leafs in a storm. Half a heartbeat later, Lohengrin slowed and staggered, then went down to one knee. His sword winked out, and then his armor as he gasped and clutched at his throat in a way that reminded the dwarf grotesquely of his nephew Joffrey's death. Air, Tyrion realized. Rand has shut off his air. Klaus cannot breathe. Stones began to fall from the sky, chunks of rock as big as a man's head, rained down by the Turtle up above, but every one of them burst before they got to Rand, shattered by the One Power.

But the greatest danger remained. Melisandre had given birth, and the twisted shadow that had emerged from her womb was flying toward the farm boy, swift as thought. The sight of it made even Tyrion afraid. In the stands grown men began to shriek like little girls, their cries and shouts mingling with the screams of Jaime's dying horse. Rand threw up a wall of earth to block its path. The shadow flew through it. He summoned a whirlwind, but winds cannot touch a thing that has no substance.

It was almost on him when he used his balefire.

The beam was so bright that it seared the eyes, and Tyrion had to throw up his arm across his face. The shadow was so black it seemed like a hole in the world, impossibly dark, twisted, deformed. They came together in a silence so profound that the dwarf could hear the world groan and feel it shudder underneath his feet. For a moment he was half afraid the stands were going to collapse, and kill the lot of them.

When he could see again, the shadow was gone and Melisandre of Asshai as well. My son, Tyrion thought. Somehow he did not mourn him. On the field, Rand was using the balefire once more, against the Turtle's shell... but this time the beam was feeble, red, like the last light of the sun as it fades in the west. The shell's thick armor smoked, but elsewise took no harm. After a moment Rand realized it too, and reached instead for the earthy blaze that had consumed Jaime's pavilion, shaping it into a fiery dragon and sending it flying skyward... only to break apart against Tom's armor.

Then the feet went out from under Rand, and he was jerking into the air and shaken violently. For one instant Tyrion thought the boy was flying, but if so, it was not of his own volition. Struggling against the invisible hands that had seized him, the Dragon Reborn writhed and kicked and twisted. The Turtle lifted him about twenty feet, dropped him on his head, lifted him again, smashed him down once more.

Melisandre was gone, not even a pile of burned bones remaining to show where she had died, and Lohengrin was down and maybe dead as well, but Sharra was advancing knife in hand, the Turtle floated ominously above, and Jaime himself was rising once again.

Rand's women saw his peril too. All at once three of them were moving. The archer stood and pulled an arrow from her quiver, the spearwoman nimbly leaped from the box down onto the field, and one of the ladies got a look of concentration on her face that made him certain she was channeling. Trying to channel, at least, the dwarf thought, when the look of concentration gave way to one of dismay and confusion.

Still, no sense taking chance. The dwarf gave Jay Ackroyd another poke in the ribs. "Time to do your little trick."

Jay shrugged. "Might as well. Can't dance." He raised a hand, lifted his thumb, pointed with his forefinger. The archer vanished with a little pop as she drew back her arrow to her ear. Another pop, and the spearwoman was gone as well, caught in mid-stride. Pop, pop, pop, and the three ladies blinked out one after the other.



Tyrion caught hold of Jay's hand and pushed it down just as his finger was moving toward Min. "Not yet. I want to talk with this one."

The girl's face was dark with fury. "What did you do to them?" Her knife was in her hand.

Jay shrugged. "They're all fine. They're just not here."

"Bring them back," the girl demanded.

"Wish I could," said Popinjay, "but my trick only works one way." He nodded at Sharra, down below. "She's the one you want. Better hope your boyfriend doesn't kill her."

"Who is she?"

"Sharra, she's called," said Tyrion. "The girl who goes between the worlds." Where do you think I got all these books I've been consulting, since this madness began?

#

Rand's wounds had opened again, the old wounds that would not heal. When he got to his feet he could feel the throbbing in his side, the agony stabbing through him like a dull knife. His head was pounding as well, and enemies were all around him. When he looked about for his women, hoping one of them might be able to heal him, only Min remained. The rest were gone, though where he could not say.

And worse of all, he could not channel. When he reached for the One Power, there was nothing there.

"Step away," he heard Jaime Lannister say. "Al'Thor is mine."

Jaime looked as bad as Rand felt. He had lost his golden hand, so his right arm ended in a stump. He was limping visibly, favoring his left leg. Blood spatters covered his chest and arm, from cutting the throat of his dying horse. Yet Lannister's sword was in his hand.

He was Rand al'Thor. He was the Dragon Reborn. He would not die meekly. It cannot end this way. Not here, in this world even the Creator has forsaken. I am ta'veren. I must fight in the Last Battle. He drew his own sword, with its Heron Mark blade. "Sword to sword, then," said Rand.

"That was all I ever asked for," said Jaime Lannister, from behind the lion's head helm that hid his face.

#

It did not take Jaime long to realize that Rand was better than he was.

If he had not lost his sword hand, they might have been well matched, but having to learn to fight all over again with his off hand had robbed him of half his skill. Every cut he made was a beat slower, every parry came a half a heartbeat too late. Against an ordinary opponent, none of that would have mattered... and battered and bruised as he was, in obvious pain, Rand al'Thor was still as quick as any man that Jaime Lannister had ever faced. If Rand had not been so badly hurt -- blood was seeping through his clothing all along his side -- his skill at swordplay would have been a match for even Barristan the Bold. Ser Arthur Dayne would have proved his master, Jaime did not doubt, but only with Dawn in his hand.

How does a farm boy get so good with a sword? Jaime wondered, as he stepped back from a slashing attack so quick that Rand seemed to have three blades. In Westeros, a boy of noble birth began training almost as soon as he could walk. He served years as a page and then a squire, training every day for long hours, first with wooden swords and then with blunted tourney steel, practicing until his hands were hard with callous and every move and cut and stance became second nature to him, and fighting came as easily as breathing. Few farm boys could ever hope to equal that, no matter how big or strong or fast they might be. It was not something a man could master between plowing fields and milking cows. And yet here he stands. Jaime gave more ground. He did not know what a ta'veren was, but plainly, Rand al'Thor was exceptional.

His sword was special as well. A curved blade, and light, yet somehow it stood up to Widow's Wail, which no common steel could ever hope to do. Nor could Jaime doubt its edge. Had he been unarmored, as Rand was, the farm boy would have killed him half a dozen times by now, slicing through cloth and flesh and bone as if it were cheese.

But Jaime's gilded armor was well-forged and heavy, a full suit of plate and mail, and no blade, no matter how sharp or swift or well-balanced, was going to cut through it. Rand's only hope was to find a weak spot. Weak spots there were, of course... but even with his sword hand gone, Jaime Lannister was still skilled enough to protect them.

And so they fought. Rand slid from one form to another, always graceful, always balanced, as swift on the parry as on the attack. Jaime let him lead, the better to get the measure of him. Widow's Wail caught and turned most of his attacks, and those that slipped through glanced harmlessly off his plate. Rand's strokes grew ever more ornate and elaborate, complex combinations of cuts and thrusts and feints, designed to make a foe open himself up for a killing stroke. Swordplay was a dance with him, and every step had its own name. Tyrion had warned him of that. The Boar Rushes Down the Mountain. The Arc of the Moon.
The Courtier Taps His Fan. The Dove Takes Flight. Chips of gilding flew from Jaime's armor, and chunks of mane from his helm.

And then the Lightning Struck the Oak. That one almost did for him. An intricate blend of attack and parry, somehow it allowed Rand to slide a leg behind his own. If Jaime had tried to backpedal, he would have ended on the ground.

Instead he shoved forward, slamming his full weight into Rand, their blades still locked together. He was the bigger man, taller, stronger, and his armor made him much heavier. It was Rand who went down. Jaime kicked her sword from his hand, then pinned his wrist to the ground with his heel. "I call that one, 'the Lion Knocks the Dragon on his Tail,'" he said as he laid the point of Widow's Wail against the apple of Rand's throat. "Now yield, Dragon. Unless you care to be reborn again, and do the whole thing over."
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Even when it was all done, the girl named Min did not understand how her man had lost.

The tourney ground were deserted by then. The dead had been carted off by the silent sisters, the peddlers had closed their stalls, the winners had collected on their wagers, the losers had paid up or run off. Jaime's pavilion had burned down to the ground, so the Lannisters and their remaining entourage had adjourned to the Red Keep. Tyrion had invited Min to accompany them, while the maesters tended to the Dragon Reborn.

Jay and Joey had already taken their leave -- and Joey was an angry as she'd been when she arrived, complaining that he'd dragged her off to some fucking RenFaire world for nothing when she should been partying at Mardi Gras. Jaime sat quietly in the corner, nursing a cup of wine and a healthy collection of fresh bruises.

As Tyrion poured cups of Arbor gold for Min and Sharra, the dwarf explained as best he could. "This is Westeros, not Randland," he said.

"That should not matter," Min insisted stubbornly. "All worlds are but spokes on the great wheel of time."

"No," said the girl called Sharra, with the dark crown and the shadows in her eyes. "There are more worlds than there are stars in the sky, more than all the grains of sand on all the beaches on every earth there is... and on every one of them men tell themselves that theirs is the true world, their gods the true gods, that what is true on their world is true everywhere. It never is. I have walked a thousand worlds, Min. This I know."

Tyrion nodded. "The One Power that Rand al'Thor and these Aes Sedai of yours employ in their channeling... well, think of it like water. On your world, it is a great invisible ocean, deep and inexhaustible, flowing everywhere but for a few desert islands you call steddings. Here on Westeros, though... this world is bone dry by comparison to your own. Oh, we have a few deep wells, to be sure.... here a river, there a lake... but oft as not, what looks to be a lake is really just a puddle. That is what Rand found here, in King's Landing. There are magical places in this world, but this is not one of them. When Rand came through the gate and began to channel, he drew upon the power to be found here, and soon exhausted it. Your... lover, is it? husband? paramour?... whatever you call him, he is VERY powerful, as I knew from reading the books Sharra was so kind to bring me, so he drained that puddle very quickly, especially when he made use of his balefire. A few short moments, and he had made a desert. Once that happened, he could no longer channel."

"Even if what you say is true," said Min, "Rand... he is ta'veren."

"There," said Sharra. "Not here."

"No one is ta'veren in Westeros," said Tyrion. "Our gods are fickler than yours. They have no favorites." Though there a few they like to piss on, now that I reflect on it.

"Your gods are false," Min insisted. "The Creator -- "

"I knew your Creator," the dwarf broke in. "Lord Jordayne, he was called here." He took a sip of wine and smiled sadly. "A good fellow, warm-hearted and generous, with a rare fine humor. He lived down south, at the Tor, and was famous for his hospitality. Lord Jordayne has been much missed by all who knew him. The tales he told will be fondly remembered by all those who heard them. But he did not create Westeros, my lady, no more than Lord Costayne or Lord Vance or Lord Peake. We have our own Creator here... a crueler one than yours, I fear. In his domain the only pattern is the one men make themselves, There are no ta'veren. No man is ever safe."

Sharra rose. "If you would like to go home now, I will take you," she told Min. "We will go by way of another world I know. You may find it of interest. The princes there are sorcerers of great power and warriors without peer. They insist that their world is the only true one, and all the other worlds but shadows of their own. A colorful lot, but quarrelsome."

"What of Rand?" asked Min, as she rose. "Will he be able to open a gate?"

"No," said Tyrion, "but Sharra will return for him, when the maesters have finished bandaging his wounds. She can only take one person at a time."

"And Nynaeve and Egwene and the others?"

The dwarf made a face. "That will take a bit more time. Jay can only pop his targets to places he knows. As it happens, he only knows two worlds. One is a dismal place called Earth. The other's worse. But we'll return them to you, never fear. You have my word as a Lannister. Rand may need them for this Last Battle of his." He grinned. "Can't have this Dark One winning, after all. He might turn up outside our own walls next."

When they were gone, Tyrion turned back to his brother. "Well, that's the end of that."

"I suppose." Jaime sounded weary. "A pity we don't have a Dark Lord here. At least in Randland a man knows who his enemies are. " He studied Tyrion. "One question, brother. When we parted in the dungeons, certain things were said... "

"I have not forgotten," Tyrion said softly.

"Nor forgiven?"

"A Lannister always pays his debts, brother," said the dwarf.

"Why help me, then? I would never have survived any of these contests, but for you."

Tyrion Lannister grinned a savage grin. "Why, Jaime," he said, swirling the wine in his cup, "we are one blood, you and I. No one gets to kill my brother... but me."

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Lun 12 Avr 2010 - 0:13

Une très bonne lecture, avec un scénario plausible. Je suis juste un peu triste de ne pas connaitre les personnages tirés de l'univers Wild Card.
George a aussi écrit de tels petits textes pour les autres combats de Jaime contre Kvothe, Hermionne et Cthulhu. Celui sur Cthulhu étant aussi très réussi, bien qu'en y réfléchissant, j'ai l'impression que c'est Tyrion qui fait tout le travail.
Tout cela me donne vraiment hâte de lire la troisième nouvelle de Dunk et Egg, mais il me reste encore 9 nouvelles dans Warriors avant de l'atteindre (je m'oblige à suivre l'ordre car je fais confiance aux 2 directeurs de l'anthologie pour l'agencement des nouvelles, et aussi afin de toutes les lire et non de juste lire celles des auteurs que je connais et remettre à plus tard la lecture des autres, et plus tard pourrait signifier jamais, et jusqu'à maintenant je ne regrette pas mon choix, car sur 10 nouvelles, seules 2 ne m'ont pas emballé autant que les autres, et au moins 5 sont franchement great).
Et comme je ne fais pas parti des ronchons, tout ce que je vois avec ces petites fanfics, c'est que George sait encore comment écrire et peut le faire rapidement. Les ronchons y voyant bien sûr une perte de temps. Peut-être en est-ce une, mais le problème de George étant plus sur un noeud du scénario que de juste écrire des chapitres, je ne crois pas que ne pas écrire ces fanfics aurait résolu le noeud. Même au contraire je pense qu'il devrait faire plus d'écriture hors ADWD, chose impossible malheureusement tant par la pression des fans et aussi des éditeurs, car à mon avis il a tourné son noeud dans tous les sens, et je ne vois pas comment il trouvera où le démêler en restant collé dessus. Par contre s'il s'en éloignait suffisamment, en y revenant plus tard, il pourrait y réussir. Bien que j'espère et que je crois qu'il puisse y parvenir sans le recul que je préconise.
Et une fois cela fait, je pense qu'on n'attendra pas aussi longtemps pour la suite. Parce que George peut écrire vite, qu'il a dû largement pensé à l'emballage final (je parle ici du final de la série, pas de l'emballage de mon exemplaire, bien que j'espère qu'après toute cette attente, M. Martin s'occupera lui-même de l'expédition de mon roman), et surtout qu'un homme averti en vaut deux. Et donc il évitera de se faire piéger avec un noeud dans son scénario.
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Jeu 15 Avr 2010 - 0:51

Allez jeter un petit coup d'oeil sur cette carte temporelle animée : http://sermountaingoat.co.uk/timeline/index.php
Bien sympathique Smile
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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Ven 30 Avr 2010 - 10:33

Un article très intéressant où Martin parle du projet HBO de la série TV du Trône de Fer : Lire

Pour les fans qui attendent des news de ADWD, pas grand chose à se mettre sous la dent néanmoins. Wink

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Jeu 16 Sep 2010 - 15:50

trailer de la saison 1 du trone de fer (orange série 2011 apres diffusion HBO)

http://www.excessif.com/serie-tv/actu-series/news/le-trone-de-fer-deux-videos-sinon-rien-6065521-760.html

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MessageSujet: Re: Le Trône de Fer - GRR. Martin   Ven 4 Mar 2011 - 11:48

ADWD officiellement annoncé pour le 12 juillet, ressortez vos sapins et vos chaussettes cheers
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