Daenerys rose from the ashes of a funeral pyre with three dragon babies, and I dove into Martin's novels to know what happens next.
But somewhere halfway through Dance of Dragons, the fifth and latest novel Martin published, I put the book down and didn't pick it up again.
It's a turn of phrase common throughout the novels -- half a hundred trees, half a hundred spells, half a hundred graves.
But a world where that act of violence against a woman must be multiplied by 50 or 100 or more, for it to carry dramatic weight?
It became a world I simply got tired of visiting
I'm not giving the show a pass.