"Winter is coming"
It is to the sound of this solemn and foreboding phrase that the first volume of A Song of Ice and Fire was written. It is to its sound that its story continues, and winter is coming.
But it is not winter that comes for us, but a glorious summer, a sun shining like never before, as high fantasy is given second life once again, after so many years of silent, if enjoyable, hibernation.
R.R.Martin's work is now world known, in many languages, and many forms. His world of Westeros, one where old legends have faded to myths and men rule over a world where forces they do not comprehend are awakening.
To you my fellow Fakkuers, I ask your opinions.
Do you think that maybe, just maybe, Martin can match once again the greatness achieved by Tolkien in his days, that of a world, diametrically different from ours, yet sometimes so similar, a tale to chill your spine, and make your hairs stand on your back, a story that will reach millions, hundreds of millions, and mark the memory of mankind in such a way that it will never be forgotten?
Do you believe? Do you feel it in your heart, feel it in your soul, feel it when you turn each of these paper pages and tremble with excitation for the next phrase, word and syllable?
Do you feel the adventure? Do you feel the magic? Do you feel this world pushing on the frontier, on the border of reality, do you oh so desperatly feel its pulse and wish it true?
Maybe this seems a bit extreme to you. But these are my feelings. This is my impression of the song of ages, the song of kings, the song of dragons, the song of old and new, a song of Ice, and Fire...