A Feast for Crows (ASOIAF 4) ✅ 93

by George R.R. Martin, 2005, 06.06.2025

Ne kitaptı ama be. ben ana karakterlerdense bu karakterleri daha çok seviyorum. Samwell, Arya, Brienne ve özellikle Jamie daha derinlikli karakterler gibi geliyor jon Daenerys gibi ana plandakilerden. Belki Tyrion hariç. Ana hikayenin ağırlığı ve griftliği bence ana karakterlere bir noktadan sonra fazla bir alan bırakmıyor. O yüzden de bu kitaptaki gibi daha yan görünen işler çok çok daha hoşuma gidiyor. Ana kısım doğal bir süreç gibi, zaten gerçekleşecek bir kehanet gibi giderken burada daha insansı şeyler bulmak daha kolay oluyor. 

Ne kadar yan da desek baya bir şeyler de oluyor aslında. Cersei kendi kuyusunu ve deliliğinin sınırlarını zorlamakla meşgul, Sam Aemon'u öldürdü ama Dany'e bir elçi göndermiş gibi şuan, Arya kör oldu, Jamie kitaptaki en sevdiğim karakter oldu, Brienne imkansız görevine kitaptaki her şövalyeden daha şövalye biçimde devam etmekle ve hepimizi büyülemekle meşgul, Crows Eye geldi bir deli daha aramızda, Citadel ana hikayede kendine ayrılmış yere giriş yapmak için yavaş yavaş kafasını çıkarmakta ve hatırlayamadığım bir kaç şey daha. Özellikle Cersie'nin kendi kuyusunu kazışı, Jamie'nin elini kaybettikten sonra eski kişiliğinden ayrılması ve Brienne'in hem zorlu bir görev hem de bir kadın olarak dünyada yaşadığı zorlukları görmek inanılmaz güzeldi. Özellikle ilk 3 kitapta hep lord soylu o bu görmekten ağzımızın elitlik dolduğu noktadan buraya daha krallık içinde küçük insanlara dokunabilecek karakterler ve hikayelerle olmak çok güzeldi. Brienne'in Hedge Knight'larla olan kısmı inanılmaz güzel, Brienne'in Sandor'u bulduğu ama fark etmediği kısım daha da güzel. Jamie'nin Tywin'lik oynayışı üff baya güzel, Cersie'ye götünü dönmesi inanılmaz derecede güzel. Arya'nın bir şekilde Samwell ile karşılaşması güzel, Bravos'taki küçük insanlarla anlaşabilmesi daha da güzel, kör olması o kadar değil ama olur öyle şeyler. Bir de bir Lady var, taştan. 

Ve bu güzel kitabı noktalıyorum. İyi kötü aklıma başka şeyler gelirse yazarım bir daha. Bir de baya hızlı bitirdim he bu kitabı ne zaman başladığımı tam hatırlamıyorum ama 1 ay bile sürmedi bitirmek sanırım. 800 sayfa bir kitap için baya iyi bir süre. 

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# "The Storm God cast him down," the priest announced. For a thousand thousand years sea and sky had been at war. From the sea had come ironborn, and the fish that sustained them even in the depths of winter, but storms brought only woe and grief. 22.sf

# He was born a lord's son and died a king, murdered by a jealous god... 23.sf

# Hedge Knights, she thought, old and vain and plump and nearsighted, yet decent men for all that. It cheered her to know that there were still decent men in the world. 70.sf

# The nearest was a marble woman twelve feet tall. Real tears were trickling from her eyes, to fill the bowl she cradled in her arms. Beyond her was a man with a lion's head seated on a throne, carved of ebony. On the other side of the doors, a huge horse of bronze and iron reared up on two great legs. Farther on she could make out a great stone face, a pale infant with a sword, a shaggy black goat the size of an aurochs, a hooded man leaning on staff. 108.sf

# "...so long as you name me regent as well as Hand and take yourself back to Casterly Rock." 127.sf

# "and from what I saw of Joffrey, you are as unfit a mother as you are a ruler." 128.sf

# Aerys would have taken the boy's head off nonetheless but Ser Barristan asked that his life be spared. (Dontos için) 132.sf

# Nuncle how can you even think of not attending? This will be history alive...
I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood. 186.sf

# What's the point o' having some magic sword if you don't bloody well use it? 317.sf

# The hills went up, the hills went down. Brienne found herself praying that Nimble Dick was honest, and knew where he was taking them. ( Özellikle bu kısımda kitabın dünyasının ne kadar büyük olduğunu iyice hissettim.) 323.sf

# "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain." 354.sf

# "You told me that if I left, I couldn't come back."
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Syrio used to say that too, Arya remembered. He said it all the time. 354.sf

# Men may whisper of the Faceless Men of Braavos, but we are older than the Secret City. 
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but we first took root in Valyria, amongst the wretched slaves who toiled in the deep minesbeneath the Fourteen Flames that lit the Freehold's nights of old.

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Red gold and yellow gold and silver were reckoned to be more precious than the lives of slaves, for slaves were cheap in the old Freehold. 

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Men of a hundred different nations labored in the mines, and each prayed to his own god in his own tongue, yet all were praying for the same thing. It was release they asked for, an end to pain.

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and he was that god's instrument. That very night he chose the most wretched of the slaves, the one who had prayed most earnestly for release, and freed him from his bondage. The first gift had been given. 360.sf

# A vow of silence is an act of contrition, a sacrifice by which we prove our devotion to the Seven Above. For a mute to take a vow of silence would be akin to a legless man giving up the dance. 520.sf

# The gravedigger lowered his head. When Dog went to sniff him he dropped his spade and scratched his ear. "A novice" explained Narbert. 523.sf

# The man you hunt is dead. 529.sf

# No one had given Cersei such a lovely gift since Sansa Stark had run to her to divulge Lord Eddard's plans. (Mal Sansa inş Arya sana bunu ödetmenin bir yolunu buluyordur.) 539.sf

# It pleased her to think that she made a better king than Robert. 548.sf

# "How is Cersei? As beautiful as ever?
"Radiant." Fickle. "Golden." False as fool's gold. 556.sf

# "Jaime" she said, tugging on his ear, "sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna's breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there is some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin's son, not you. 568.sf

# the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King's Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! 587.sf

# Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it. 588.sf

# He said the sphinx was the riddle, not the riddler, whatever that meant. (Valyria da ejderler insan-solucan-kanatlı bişeyle yapılan deneylerden çıktıysa ve faceless menler de bu deneylere binaen intikam mangası olrak çıktılarsam.) 590.sf

# Kojja put her hand between Sam's legs. "The gods dave you this for a reason too, for... what is your Westerosi word?"
"Fucking," Xhondo offered helpfully. 596.sf

# The Gates of Citadel were flanked by a pair of towering green sphinxes with the bodies of lions, the wings of eagles, and the tails of serpents. One had a man's face, one a woman's. (Tyrion ve kim?) 767.sf

# "The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons. Ask yourself why Aemon Targaryen was allowed to waste his life upon the Wall, when by rights he should have been raised to archmaester. His blood was why. He could not be trusted. No more than I can." 775.sf