George R.R. Martin can write terrific prose that expertly draws the reader into his world and fleshes out characters as unique and interesting as any you'll find in Tolkien. Martin's prose itself is a pleasure to read.
However! The plot moved glacially slow in this one and the story's jewels were rare. I grew weary of Cercei's evil ways, bored with Jaime, and well, nearly all the other sub-plots. Corpses and crows littered the landscape. Fine. But Martin could have packed the story with more intrigue and character clashes. I found myself holding my nose and yawning. Still, I will read the next installment. But not today.