The Pre-order swag: It’s a deck of Three Dark Crowns playing cards! Some of the artwork is shown above. I can’t wait to get mine. I’m going to play all the rummy in the world. If you have pre-ordered, and are in the US, go here to submit your info and proof of purchase before 9/18 to receive a deck: Pre-order Swag
The Signed Editions: Okay, my intel on this is not the best, but you can definitely find signed copies around. Here’s a list of places you might be able to find them:
- Some International editions
- Barnes and Noble
The Bonus Material: This is an extra bit of story featuring Katharine and Pietyr. It’s available exclusively from Barnes & Noble. They’ll sell these until they run out, but I don’t know how many they’ve ordered. They’ll also stock Signed Bonus editions until they run out of those. If you want one of these, go here: BN Exclusive Signed and BN Exclusive Only
Also, if you pre-order, thank you. I hope you love the second book in the series, and just…thank you. And did I mention THANK YOU? Of course I’m grateful for any and all purchases/recs, library orders, etc, but you pre-orderers are so impressively on top of things.
Ok. End of book stuff for this entry. Now let’s talk about my Game of Thrones sorrow. Spoilers ahead if you’re behind on Season 7
Now if you’re behind on Season 7
That’s good enough, we should be alone. Alone, so I can SCREAM! You motherf*cking Night King I will have your stupid blue head on a pike for what you have done you stupid, mother*fucking blue-headed and did I mention motherf*cking? ASSHOLE. All I wanted was for Tyrion and Viserion to ride off together, just show their backsides to the rest of Westeros and go off to frolic, you know, by the sea.
But NO. You moronic, grinning, butt-faced Night King with your stupid blue head (You ain’t no Mary Poppins!) had to aim for the smallest dragon. The sweetest dragon. The dragon who landed on strangers and needed to be shaken off when he kept trying to get on Dany after he was too big. And now you must die. I mean, you were probably going to die anyway, but now I’m serious.
The only way I’ll forgive you is if you grow to love Wight Viserion so much that you turn your buttcheeks to the rest of Westeros and you take him and go frolic by the undead sea instead.
Rant over for now, to be repeated every time I see the MOTHERF*CKING NIGHT KING!
Waaah, Viserion! I don’t care if Jon is supposed to ride Rhaegal eventually. I’d rather it have been Rhaegal.