A Feast for Crows by George R R Martin

A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, #4)

by George R.R. Martin

The fourth instalment of George R R Martin’s classic A Song of Ice and Fire, continuing the most ambitious and imaginative epic fantasy since The Lord of the Rings.

A Feast for Crows brings to life dark magic, intrigue and terrible bloodshed as the war-torn landscape of the Seven Kingdoms is threatened by destruction as vast as any in its violent past. The War of the Five Kings has ripped Westeros apart. The bloodthirsty, treacherous and cunning Lannisters occupy the Iron Throne, with allies as ruthless as themselves. Lord Frey was host at the Red Wedding, so called for the massacre of the guests, their screams unheard above the music of the feast. Euron Crow’s Eye is as black a pirate as ever raised a sail, sworn to deliver the whole of Westeros to the ironborn.

No less to be feared are their enemies. The Starks of Winterfell and the Martells of Dorne seek vengeance for their dead. And the last of the Targaryens, Daenerys Stormborn, will bring fire and blood to King’s Landing when her young dragons reach their terrifying maturity. The last war fought with dragons was a cataclysm powerful enough to shatter the Valyrian peninsula, now a smoking, demon-haunted ruin half drowned by the sea.

Against a backdrop of alchemy and murder, victory may go to the men and women possessed of the coldest steel … and the coldest hearts.

Reviewed by KitsuneBae on

3 of 5 stars

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Ahm, there were a lot of good things here but then the whole book was just too tedious. New boring POVs were suddenly added and they could have been tolerable to read if they weren't ~10 pages long. And Martin's habit in listing all mundane stuff is really annoying (I didn't mind the list from books 1-2 then books 3 to 4 still have the fucking lists so it got really annoying). They were served a platter of shit, ten goblets of shit, bowls of stewed shit... you get the idea... Or he could see that the walls were adorned with heads of shit, seven tails of shit, horns of shit that can only be found in shit... Or the list of the fucking banners. The hell?!

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