A busty mercenary. A stuck-up blonde who will submit to me.I never planned to collect a harem, I swear. But when an elf with a secret lures me away from my family farm, I can’t stop racking up the ladies.The problem is our party starts to rack up enemies too. I’m cultivating as fast as I can, but danger and intrigue threaten us at every turn.What did I do to deserve the blood-thirsty beasts hunting me? Why does it feel like I’m more powerful every time I give it to my insatiable elf? And most importantly, am I going to live long enough to figure all this out?Warning: If you couldn’t tell, this book contains adult content. Read it only if you can handle explicit scenes featuring women, elves, demons, and all three at once.

    Learn how the Targaryens originally took control of the Seven Kingdoms under their great King, Aegon the Conqueror, and how the Lannisters came to be masters of Casterly Rock. Chart the development of the Starks, first as Kings in the North then as king makers under their popular Lord, Eddard Stark. A perfect gift for fans of the T.V. series as well as the book cycle, A Song of Ice and Fire, Book of Thrones: A Family History serves both as an introduction and accompaniment to the existing media. If you want to find out how the world of ice and fire came to be, this is the place to start.

    The girl was new. She hadn’t been there for the past three days the way that everything else had. I was sitting under a tree looking out at the ocean. It was probably the Pacific Ocean. I didn’t know for sure. When she got closer, she called out, but not loudly. It sounded something like, “Aquilala soma towatsina.” Or something like that. I didn’t understand a word of it. It was a nice language though. I liked the sound of it. She looked like some kind of cave girl, fur bikini and everything. If she didn’t try to kill me, maybe I’d at least have some company. This was weird. I was calmly accepting, and maybe actually embracing the idea that I was stranded on the edge of a jungle with no way home. Maybe there was a village with a telephone on the other side of the trees. In a way, I hoped not. I felt happy to see her, but not exactly excited. It wasn’t like I thought, “Oh my gosh, I’m rescued!” It was more like, “Hey, she’s kind of cute. Nice bikini. Nice tan too.” When she was about 50 feet away I stood up and stepped onto the sand.