{"product_id":"a-clash-of-kings-the-illustrated-edition-isbn-9781984821157","title":"A Clash of Kings: The Illustrated Edition","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this stunning edition of the second book in the beloved A Song of Ice and Fire series, artist Lauren K. Cannon brings the action to life with over twenty all-new illustrations, in both color and black-and-white—for fans of HBO's \u003ci\u003eGame of Thrones\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith a special foreword by Bernard Cornwell\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA comet the color of blood and flame cuts across the sky. And from the ancient citadel of Dragonstone to the forbidding shores of Winterfell, chaos reigns. Six factions struggle for control of a divided land and the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms, preparing to stake their claims through tempest, turmoil, and war. It is a tale in which brother plots against brother and the dead rise to walk in the night. Here a princess masquerades as an orphan boy; a knight of the mind prepares a poison for a treacherous sorceress; and wild men descend from the Mountains of the Moon to ravage the countryside. Against a backdrop of incest and fratricide, alchemy and murder, victory may go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel . . . and the coldest hearts. For when kings clash, the whole land trembles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eExplore the illustrated editions of A Song of Ice and Fire:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA GAME OF THRONES • A CLASH OF KINGS • A STORM OF SWORDS • A FEAST FOR CROWS\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eGeorge R. R. Martin\u003c\/b\u003e is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of many novels, including those of the acclaimed series A Song of Ice and Fire—\u003ci\u003eA Game of Thrones\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eA Clash of Kings\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eA Storm of Swords\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eA Feast for Crows\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eA Dance with Dragons—\u003c\/i\u003eas well as related works such as \u003ci\u003eFire \u0026amp; Blood\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eA Knight of the Seven Kingdoms\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe World of Ice \u0026amp; Fire\u003c\/i\u003e, with Elio M. García, Jr., and Linda Antonsson. Other novels include \u003ci\u003eTuf Voyaging\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eFevre Dream\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Armageddon Rag\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eDying of the Light\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eWindhaven\u003c\/i\u003e (with Lisa Tuttle), and \u003ci\u003eDreamsongs Volumes I\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eII\u003c\/i\u003e. As a writer-producer, he has worked on \u003ci\u003eThe Twilight Zone\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBeauty and the Beast\u003c\/i\u003e, and various feature films and pilots that were never made. He lives with his lovely wife, Parris, in Santa Fe, New Mexico.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLauren K. Cannon\u003c\/b\u003e is a horror and dark fantasy illustrator. She spent most of her life in the Pine Barrens of southern New Jersey, home of the Jersey Devil. Growing up in an eerie forest fueled her attraction to the macabre. Her work is defined by dark beauty and quiet intensity; she also collects bones and keeps Halloween decorations in her home year-round. She currently lives in a non-haunted part of New Jersey with her fiancé and rescue cat. Cannon is known for her work with Peter V. Brett, the bestselling author of The Demon Cycle, including the cover of his 2018 novella \u003ci\u003eBarren\u003c\/i\u003e.ARYA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt Winterfell they had called her \"Arya Horseface\" and she'd thought  nothing could be worse, but that was before the orphan boy Lommy Greenhands had  named her \"Lumpyhead.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Her head felt lumpy when she touched it. When Yoren had dragged her  into that alley she'd thought he meant to kill her, but the sour old man had\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eonly held her tight, sawing through her mats and tangles with his dagger. She  remembered how the breeze sent the fistfuls of dirty brown hair skittering  across the paving stones, toward the sept where her father had died. \"I'm  taking men and boys from the city,\" Yoren growled as the sharp steel scraped\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eat her head. \"Now you hold still, boy.\" By the time he had  finished, her scalp was nothing but tufts and stubble.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Afterward he told her that from there to Winterfell she'd be Arry the  orphan boy. \"Gate shouldn't be hard, but the road's another matter. You got a  long way to go in bad company. I got thirty this time, men and boys all bound  for the Wall, and don't be thinking they're like that bastard brother o'  yours.\" He shook her. \"Lord Eddard gave me pick o' the dungeons, and I didn't  find no little lordlings down there. This lot, half o' them would turn you over  to the queen quick as spit for a pardon and maybe a few silvers. The other  half'd do the same, only they'd rape you first. So you keep to yourself and  make your water in the woods,alone. That'll be the hardest part, the pissing, so don't drink no more'n you  need.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Leaving King's Landing was easy, just like he'd said. The Lannister guardsmen on the gate were stopping everyone, but Yoren called one by name and their wagons were waved through. No one spared Arya a glance. They were looking for a highborn girl, daughter of the King's Hand, not for a skinny boy with his hair chopped off. Arya never looked back. She wished the Rush would rise and wash the whole city away, Flea Bottom and the Red Keep and the Great Sept and  everything, and everyone too, especially Prince Joffrey and  his mother. But she knew it wouldn't, and anyhow Sansa was still in the city\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eand would wash away too. When she remembered that, Arya decided to wish for  Winterfell instead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Yoren was wrong about the pissing, though. That wasn't the hardest part at all; Lommy Greenhands and Hot Pie were the hardest part. Orphan boys. Yoren had  plucked some from the streets with promises of food for their bellies and shoes  for their feet. The rest he'd found in chains. \"The Watch needs good men,\" he  told them as they set out, \"but you lot will have to do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Yoren had taken grown men from the dungeons as well, thieves and poachers and rapers and the like. The worst were the three he'd found in the black cells who must have scared even him, because he kept them fettered hand and foot in the back of a wagon, and vowed they'd stay in irons all the way to the Wall. One  had no nose, only the hole in his face where it had been cut off, and the gross  fat bald one with the pointed teeth and theweeping sores on his cheeks had eyes like nothing human.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     They took five wagons out of King's Landing, laden with supplies for the Wall: hides and bolts of cloth, bars of pig iron, a cage of ravens, books and paper and ink, a bale of sourleaf, jars of oil, and chests of medicine and spices. Teams of plow horses pulled the wagons, and Yoren had bought two coursers and a half-dozen donkeys for the boys. Arya would have preferred a real horse, but the donkey was better than riding on a wagon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     The men paid her no mind, but she was not so lucky with the boys. She was two years younger than the youngest orphan, not to mention smaller and skinnier,  and Lommy and Hot Pie took her silence to mean she was scared, or stupid, or\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003edeaf. \"Look at that sword Lumpyhead's got there,\" Lommy said one morning as  they made their plodding way past orchards and wheat fields. He'd been a dyer's  apprentice before he was caught stealing, and his arms were mottled green to\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethe elbow. When he laughed he brayed like the donkeys they were riding.  \"Where's a gutter rat like Lumpyhead get him a sword?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Arya chewed her lip sullenly. She could see the back of Yoren's faded black  cloak up ahead of the wagons, but she was determined not to go crying to him\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003efor help.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"Maybe he's a little squire,\" Hot Pie put in. His mother had been a baker  before she died, and he'd pushed her cart through the streets all day, shouting  \"Hot pies! Hot pies!\" \"Some lordy lord's little squire boy, that's  it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"He ain't no squire, look at him. I bet that's not even areal sword. I bet it's just some play sword made of tin.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Arya hated them making fun of Needle. \"It's castle-forged steel, you stupid,\" she snapped, turning in the saddle to glare at them, \"and you better shut your mouth.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     The orphan boys hooted. \"Where'd you get a blade like that, Lumpyface?\" Hot  Pie wanted to know.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"Lumpyhead,\" corrected Lommy. \"He prob'ly stole it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"I did not!\" she shouted. Jon Snow had given her Needle. Maybe she  had to let them call her Lumpyhead, but she wasn't going to let them call Jon a  thief.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"If he stole it, we could take it off him,\" said Hot Pie. \"It's not his\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eanyhow. I could use me a sword like that.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Lommy egged him on. \"Go on, take it off him, I dare you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Hot Pie kicked his donkey, riding closer. \"Hey, Lumpyface, you gimme that  sword.\" His hair was the color of straw, his fat face all sunburnt and  peeling. \"You don't know how to use it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     Yes I do, Arya could have said. I killed a boy, a fat boy like  you, I stabbed him in the belly and he died, and I'll kill you too if you don't  let me alone. Only she did not dare. Yoren didn't know about the  stableboy, but she was afraid of what he might do if he found out. Arya was  pretty sure that some of the other men were killers too, the three in the  manacles for sure, but the queen wasn't looking for them, so it  wasn't the same.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"Look at him,\" brayed Lommy Greenhands. \"I bet he's going to cry now. You  want to cry, Lumpyhead?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of herfather. Come morning, she'd woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed  another tear if her life had hung on it.","brand":"Random House Worlds","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303659360485,"sku":"NP9781984821157","price":40.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781984821157.jpg?v=1767720366","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/a-clash-of-kings-the-illustrated-edition-isbn-9781984821157","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}