I started reading George RR Martin's "Song of Fire and Ice" whatever-ogy several years ago, and really enjoyed the first few books but felt things had begun to drag near the end. Years later, he's finally produced the next (part) installment of this behemoth (Act II Scene I), with the promise of subsequent books getting larger and larger.
This man needs an editor.
Fantasy, for some reason, seems to be particularly prone to this sort of narcissistic excess, and I'm not sure why. Forgiving readers, perhaps?
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