The Ice Dragon

The Ice Dragon

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ISBN-13: 9780765378774
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 10/21/2014
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 128
Sales rank: 135,252
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.60(d)
Lexile: 960L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

George R.R. Martin, a six-time Hugo and two-time Nebula Award winner, is the author of the most wildly acclaimed and anticipated fantasy series in recent history, A Song of Ice and Fire, the basis of HBO's megahit show, Game of Thrones. TIME named him "One of the Most Influential People of 2011." He currently resides in Santa Fe, NM.

LUIS ROYO is a prolific Spanish artist best known for his lush fantasy illustrations. Over 30 books of his collected art have been published including Women, Dead Moon, and the Malefic Time series. Royo's artwork is featured in Spectrum 3 and has been exhibited in Barcelona, Madrid, Milan, New York, Seattle, and St. Petersburg.

Hometown:

Santa Fe, NM

Date of Birth:

September 20, 1948

Place of Birth:

Bayonne, NJ

Education:

B.S., Northwestern University, 1970; M.S., Northwestern University, 1971

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Chapter One

WINTER’S CHILD

ADARA liked the winter best of all, for when the world grew cold the ice dragon came.

She was never quite sure whether it was the cold that brought the ice dragon or the ice dragon that brought the cold. That was the sort of question that often troubled her brother Geoff, who was two years older than her and insatiably curious, but Adara did not care about such things. So long as the cold and the snow and the ice dragon all arrived on schedule, she was happy.

She always knew when they were due because of her birthday. Adara was a winter child, born during the worst freeze that anyone could remember, even Old Laura, who lived on the next farm and remembered things that had happened before anyone else was born. People still talked about that freeze. Adara often heard them.

They talked about other things as well. They said it was the chill of that terrible freeze that had killed her mother, stealing in during her long night of labor past the great fire that Adara’s father had built, and creeping under the layers of blankets that covered the birthing bed. And they said that the cold had entered Adara in the womb, that her skin had been pale blue and icy to the touch when she came forth, and that she had never warmed in all the years since. The winter had touched her, left its mark upon her, and made her its own.

It was true that Adara was always a child apart. She was a very serious little girl who seldom cared to play with the others. She was beautiful, people said, but in a strange, distant sort of way, with her pale skin and blond hair and wide clear blue eyes. She smiled, but not often. No one had ever seen her cry. Once when she was five she had stepped upon a nail imbedded in a board that lay concealed beneath a snowbank, and it had gone clear through her foot, but Adara had not wept or screamed even then. She had pulled her foot loose and walked back to the house, leaving a trail of blood in the snow, and when she had gotten there she had said only, “Father, I hurt myself.” The sulks and tempers and tears of ordinary childhood were not for her.

Even her family knew that Adara was different. Her father was a huge, gruff bear of a man who had little use for people in general, but a smile always broke across his face when Geoff pestered him with questions, and he was full of hugs and laughter for Teri, Adara’s older sister, who was golden and freckled, and flirted shamelessly with all the local boys. Every so often he would hug Adara as well, but only during the long winters. But there would be no smiles then. He would only wrap his arms around her, and pull her small body tight against him with all his massive strength, sob deep in his chest, and fat wet tears would run down his ruddy cheeks. He never hugged her at all during the summers. During the summers he was too busy.

Everyone was busy during the summers except for Adara. Geoff would work with his father in the fields and ask endless questions about this and that, learning everything a farmer had to know. When he was not working he would run with his friends to the river, and have adventures. Teri ran the house and did the cooking, and worked a bit at the inn by the crossroads during the busy season. The innkeeper’s daughter was her friend, and his youngest son was more than a friend, and she would always come back giggly and full of gossip and news from travelers and soldiers and king’s messengers. For Teri and Geoff the summers were the best time, and both of them were too busy for Adara.

Their father was the busiest of all. A thousand things needed to be done each day, and he did them, and found a thousand more. He worked from dawn to dusk. His muscles grew hard and lean in summer, and he stank from sweat each night when he came in from the fields, but he always came in smiling. After supper he would sit with Geoff and tell him stories and answer his questions, or teach Teri things she did not know about cooking, or stroll down to the inn. He was a summer man, truly.

He never drank in summer, except for a cup of wine now and again to celebrate his brother’s visits.

That was another reason why Teri and Geoff loved the summers, when the world was green and hot and bursting with life. It was only in summer that Uncle Hal, their father’s younger brother, came to call. Hal was a dragonrider in service to the king, a tall slender man with a face like a noble. Dragons cannot stand the cold, so when winter fell Hal and his wing would fly south. But each summer he returned, brilliant in the king’s green-and-gold uniform, en route to the battlegrounds to the north and west of them. The war had been going on for all of Adara’s life.

Whenever Hal came north, he would bring presents: toys from the king’s city, crystal and gold jewelry, candies, and always a bottle of some expensive wine that he and his brother could share. He would grin at Teri and make her blush with his compliments, and entertain Geoff with tales of war and castles and dragons. As for Adara, he often tried to coax a smile out of her, with gifts and jests and hugs. He seldom succeeded.

For all his good nature, Adara did not like Hal; when Hal was there, it meant that winter was far away.

Besides, there had been a night when she was only four, and they thought her long asleep, that she overheard them talking over wine. “A solemn little thing,” Hal said. “You ought to be kinder to her, John. You cannot blame her for what happened.”

“Can’t I?” her father replied, his voice thick with wine. “No, I suppose not. But it is hard. She looks like Beth, but she has none of Beth’s warmth. The winter is in her, you know. Whenever I touch her I feel the chill, and I remember that it was for her that Beth had to die.”

“You are cold to her. You do not love her as you do the others.”

Adara remembered the way her father laughed then. “Love her? Ah, Hal. I loved her best of all, my little winter child. But she has never loved back. There is nothing in her for me, or you, any of us. She is such a cold little girl.” And then he had begun to weep, even though it was summer and Hal was with him. In her bed, Adara listened and wished that Hal would fly away. She did not quite understand all that she had heard, not then, but she remembered it, and the understanding came later.

She did not cry; not at four, when she heard, or six, when she finally understood. Hal left a few days later, and Geoff and Teri waved to him excitedly when his wing passed overhead, thirty great dragons in proud formation against the summer sky. Adara watched with her small hands by her sides.

Chapter Two

SECRETS IN THE SNOW

ADARA’S smiles were a secret store, and she spent of them only in winter. She could hardly wait for her birthday to come, and with it the cold. For in winter she was a special child.

She had known it since she was very little, playing with the others in the snow. The cold had never bothered her the way it did Geoff and Teri and their friends. Often Adara stayed outside alone for hours after the others had fled in search of warmth, or run off to Old Laura’s to eat the hot vegetable soup she liked to make for the children. Adara would find a secret place in the far corner of the fields, a different place each winter, and there she would build a tall white castle, patting the snow in place with small bare bands, shaping it into towers and battlements like those Hal often talked about on the king’s castle in the city. She would snap icicles off from the lower branches of trees, and use them for spires and spikes and guardposts, ranging them all about her castle. And often in the dead of winter would come a brief thaw and a sudden freeze, and overnight her snow castle would turn to ice, as hard and strong as she imagined real castles to be. All through the winters she would build on her castle, and no one ever knew. But always the spring would come, and a thaw not followed by a freeze; then all the ramparts and walls would melt away, and Adara would begin to count the days until her birthday came again.

Her winter castles were seldom empty. At the first frost each year, the ice lizards would come wriggling out of their burrows, and the fields would be overrun with the tiny blue creatures, darting this way and that, hardly seeming to touch the snow as they skimmed across it. All the children played with the ice lizards. But the others were clumsy and cruel, and they would snap the fragile little animals in two, breaking them between their fingers as they might break an icicle hanging from a roof. Even Geoff, who was too kind ever to do something like that, sometimes grew curious, and held the lizards too long in his efforts to examine them, and the heat of his hands would make them melt and burn and finally die.

Adara’s hands were cool and gentle, and she could hold the lizards as long as she liked without harming them, which always made Geoff pout and ask angry questions. Sometimes she would lie in the cold, damp snow and let the lizards crawl all over her, delighting in the light touch of their feet as they skittered across her face. Sometimes she would wear ice lizards hidden in her hair as she went about her chores, though she took care never to take them inside where the heat of the fires would kill them. Always she would gather up scraps after the family ate, and bring them to the secret place where her castle was a-building, and there she would scatter them. So the castles she erected were full of kings and courtiers every winter; small furry creatures that snuck out from the woods, winter birds with pale white plumage, and hundreds and hundreds of squirming, struggling ice lizards, cold and quick and fat. Adara liked the ice lizards better than any of the pets the family had kept over the years.

But it was the ice dragon that she loved.

She did not know when she had first seen it. It seemed to her that it had always been a part of her life, a vision glimpsed during the deep of winter, sweeping across the frigid sky on wings serene and blue. Ice dragons were rare, even in those days, and whenever it was seen the children would all point and wonder, while the old folks muttered and shook their heads. It was a sign of a long and bitter winter when ice dragons were abroad in the land. An ice dragon had been seen flying across the face of the moon on the night Adara had been born, people said, and each winter since it had been seen again, and those winters had been very bad indeed, the spring coming later each year. So the people would set fires and pray and hope to keep the ice dragon away, and Adara would fill with fear.

But it never worked. Every year the ice dragon returned. Adara knew it came for her.

The ice dragon was large, half again the size of the scaled green war dragons that Hal and his fellows flew. Adara had heard legends of wild dragons larger than mountains, but she had never seen any. Hal’s dragon was big enough, to be sure, five times the size of a horse, but it was small compared to the ice dragon, and ugly besides.

The ice dragon was a crystalline white, that shade of white that is so hard and cold that it is almost blue. It was covered with hoarfrost, so when it moved its skin broke and crackled as the crust on the snow crackles beneath a man’s boots, and flakes of rime fell off.

Its eyes were clear and deep and icy.

Its wings were vast and batlike, colored all a faint translucent blue. Adara could see the clouds through them, and oftentimes the moon and stars, when the beast wheeled in frozen circles through the skies.

Its teeth were icicles, a triple row of them, jagged spears of unequal length, white against its deep blue maw.

When the ice dragon beat its wings, the cold winds blew and the snow swirled and scurried and the world seemed to shrink and shiver. Sometimes when a door flew open in the cold of winter, driven by a sudden gust of wind, the householder would run to bolt it and say, “An ice dragon flies nearby.”

And when the ice dragon opened its great mouth, and exhaled, it was not fire that came streaming out, the burning sulfurous stink of lesser dragons.

The ice dragon breathed cold.

Ice formed when it breathed. Warmth fled. Fires guttered and went out, shriven by the chill. Trees froze through to their slow secret souls, and their limbs turned brittle and cracked from their own weight. Animals turned blue and whimpered and died, their eyes bulging and their skin covered over with frost.

The ice dragon breathed death into the world; death and quiet and cold. But Adara was not afraid. She was a winter child, and the ice dragon was her secret.

She had seen it in the sky a thousand times. When she was four, she saw it on the ground.

She was out building on her snow castle, and it came and landed close to her, in the emptiness of the snow-covered fields. All the ice lizards ran away. Adara simply stood. The ice dragon looked at her for ten long heartbeats before it took to the air again. The wind shrieked around her and through her as it beat its wings to rise, but Adara felt strangely exulted.

Later that winter it returned, and Adara touched it. Its skin was very cold. She took off her glove nonetheless. It would not be right otherwise. She was half afraid it would burn and melt at her touch, but it did not. It was much more sensitive to heat than even the ice lizards, Adara knew somehow. But she was special, the winter child, cool. She stroked it, and finally gave its wing a kiss that hurt her lips. That was the winter of her fourth birthday, the year she touched the ice dragon.

Copyright © 1980 by George R. R. Martin

Illustrations copyright © 2014 by Luis Royo

Table of Contents

Contents

CHAPTER ONE Winter's Child,
CHAPTER TWO Secrets in the Snow,
CHAPTER THREE The Rising Cold,
CHAPTER FOUR Fires in the North,
CHAPTER FIVE Ashes,
CHAPTER SIX Fleeing the Fire,
CHAPTER SEVEN Cold Fury,
CHAPTER EIGHT Spring,

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Ice Dragon 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 50 reviews.
marcus owens More than 1 year ago
the nook versions will not let you know that you get a short story instead of a book untill after you have bought it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ok so im about in my pre teens and I loved this book! it was absolutly amazing outstanding my mom is going to buy it for me. I loved it.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Adara is a winter child having been born during the coldest stretch that anyone including the elders can remember. She loves the cold especially when the notorious Ice Dragon comes near as legend has it this beast brings with it the frozen weather. Adara is not only is unafraid of the Ice Dragon, she accepts the creature as being part of her life making her so unlike her older brother Geoff who must intellectually challenge and question everything. When Adara was five she rode on the back of her beastly friend. Now two years later, the fire dragons have come to scorch the earth. Adara¿s family farm and those of their neighbors are in peril. Only a winter¿s child and her Ice Dragon can save the people, but she is just a child and he a beast. --- This is an exciting fun pre-teen fantasy starring a courageous heroic child and the dragon with a bad reputation who loves her. The story line is action-packed but also contains delightful illustrations that enhance the tale. Young readers will root for Adara and Ice Dragon as they battle the fiery dragons. --- Harriet Klausner
hereticrick More than 1 year ago
I only bought this book because the description claimed that it took place in the same world as the Game of Thrones series. It does not. Still not a terrible story, though it is fairly graphic for a childrens book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The greatest book ever. I cried when i read this so it is really that good
Guest More than 1 year ago
fans of george m. and fantasy alike will love this tale. i came across it in dreamsongs volume one and it is too good!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this thinking it was a spin off of A Song of Fire & Ice. It is not worth your time. It look an hour to read and that was with a bunch of interruptions. No where in the description did it say it was made for kids or was so short. I gladly pay $10 for novels, not this.
Cuanam More than 1 year ago
The Ice Dragon tells the story of Adara, a child of winter, her only friend, an dragon made of ice, and a war that would change her life forever This book is an illustrated chapter book, I'd place in the 10-15 year old age group. It's a touching story and one that will make the reader really think. I loved the story. It's endearing, and heartfelt. They say ice dragons can't be tamed, but Adara hadn't tamed hers; she'd simply been its friend. The illustrations are amazing, which isn't surprising since Luis Royo is a god among artists. Each illustration was a perfect companion for the part of the story it depicted.  The story itself is beautifully written, told as mostly narration, which gives it that fairy-tale quality. This is definitely a story to tell on those cold winter nights when it seems there's nothing on the air but cold and dread. I would recommend this book to anyone who loves fairy-tales, stories told my fire light, and lovers of dragons. I give this book 5 of 5 paws.
Erdington5 More than 1 year ago
Loved the story just wished it was a longer reading book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I will say that this is my all time favorite book. I love this book.
Anonymous 4 months ago
A nice short story of an odd and distant little girl who finds her way.
vampirefreak on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The Ice Dragon was fantastic, it showed how a little girl that has winters touch, live thorugh all the seasons but only want one, Winter. She has only one wish, that wish was to ride onthe Ice Dragons back. She soon got that wish. The ending was very emotional, the Ice Dragon has fulfilled a dream and has risked his life for the childs family.
pstotts on LibraryThing 8 months ago
George R.R. Martin has been widely acclaimed for what is hailed as the best current ongoing series, "A Song of Ice and Fire". "The Ice Dragon" is a children's novella that has no connection with his better known and more adult series. However, there is still enough Martin goodness for fans and those looking for an introduction to Martin to give it a look.Adara is a young girl who loves the winter and the cold. She is a content with feeling isolated and different from her family, enjoying her time alone immensely by playing in the snowy, winter fields surrounding her house. Her life is changed, though, when she befriends an ice dragon, a creature of fearsome repute. War and an invading army intrudes upon Adara's childhood world and family life, spurring Adara and the ice dragon to risk everything in order to survive.Though this is a children's novella, Martin does not shade away from the uglier aspects of life. While not as dark and adult as "A Song of Ice and Fire", tragedy and sadness does abound in this tale. Parents will want to read this book first to decide whether it is appropriate material for their children and to anticipate any difficult questions that may arise from certain aspects of the story. Martin's writing is simple and straightforward, almost stark in its tone, eschewing excessive description that constitutes most adult epic fantasy. He hits the mark, though, in terms of the audience he is writing for. The story itself is beautiful and sad, and while there is nothing groundbreaking or novel here, the writing is definitely top-notch. Yvonne Gilbert contributes some stunning artwork to the story, advancing Martin's storytelling and description along tremendously through her gorgeous illustrations.Last Word:If you are a George R.R. Martin fan, you will no doubt be please with his take on a children's story. For the non-fans of Martin, "The Ice Dragon" is a stark but beautiful and bittersweet story that does not shield the audience from some of the uglier aspects of life, and reaffirms Martin as one of his generations great fantasy storytellers.
michelleknudsen on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Disappointing. I love GRRM¿s adult fantasy and had high expectations for this chapter book, but it just didn¿t work for me on several levels. It felt like he was trying for a fairy-tale feel, but it didn¿t have the omniscient storyteller voice to hold our interest, and the (mostly) third-person point of view of the narration was distant and unengaging. The main character is, admittedly, supposed to be cold, but it makes us not like her or care about her. The narration does slip into omniscient occasionally, to tell us about other characters, but only in a dry and informational kind of way. At first I thought (sadly) that Martin just didn¿t feel he had to approach a book for children with the same care and effort he did his books for adults¿that maybe he thought he didn¿t need to go as deep, or whatever¿but then I realized this was actually originally published as a short story in the (adult) fantasy anthology Dragons of Light. So, I have no idea what happened here, why it lacks pretty much everything that is wonderful about Martin¿s other work.I should add that if this were written by someone else, I would probably have given it two stars. It's just that I know Martin is capable of such amazing writing, that this seems all the more disappointing in comparison.
Vintagecoats on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Originally published as a part of a short story compilation decades ago, back when Martin was still known primarily for his Science Fiction writing, the version here has been released as an illustrated stand alone work. According to the dust jacket it is being pushed as a children¿s book. Having never read the original, I can not speak for any story differences that may exist between them.That said, the book is a very enjoyable read for an adult ¿ Martin¿s world building is extremely effective in getting a keen sense for the landscapes and issues that make up the setting. Inversely, and perhaps because of all the attention on world building, there is extremely sparse dialogue ¿ all of it could be collected onto a single page of the book, with room to spare.I find it interesting that it¿s being promoted as a children¿s book ¿ it is wonderfully illustrated with dozens of sketches (which the story text is placed around, rather than being set on a different page, which I like). To me this would tend to suggest a very young ¿picture book¿ audience. But I don¿t think that age group would enjoy it by themselves, due to Martin¿s descriptive choices. I think it would make for a great fantasy book for a parent to read to or with a child though. I read it by myself, and still enjoyed it!I would have given it five stars, if not for the epilogue. It felt tacked on and rushed, and does a huge disservice to climax and the end of the story. I would not be surprised if an earlier version actually ended one chapter sooner.
LisaDunckley More than 1 year ago
What a disappointment!! I thought this was an actual book—it's written by GRRM so I figured, hey, nice thick book with a great story, right? Sigh. I didn't look carefully enough to see that it is advertised as a 120 page book. And that would have been a bummer, but it is NOT in fact 120 pages. It starts on page 11, and finishes on page 107, so 97 pages. But 22 of those 97 pages have no text on them, so only 75 pages of text. But there's more! 37 of the remaining 75 pages are only half pages because they have illustrations on them. Sooo...really only about 57 pages of text for this story. Now don't get me wrong, it is a good story. But I wasn't looking for a short story, I was looking for a novel. I have now paid hardcover novel price for a short story. To finish this sad tale, this wasn't even a NEW story by GRRM!! I already had it, in a short story collection about dragons called Dragons of Light that came out in the 1980s. So. Cute preteen short story with a dragon. If that's what you are looking for, you will be thrilled.
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A good book to get your children into Martin while they are young.
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