George's clever use of the English language must seem daunting to people used to Marvel comics.
This kind of prose flows for me. GRRM weaves a thrilling, easy reading story, although I'm still on Feast of Crows- slow reader. :
Thats my good boy. The rule was hers; Cersei did not mean to give it up until Tommen came of age. I waited, so can he. I waited half my life. She had played the dutiful daughter, the blushing bride, the pliant wife. She had suffered Roberts drunken groping, Jaimes jealousy, Renlys mockery, Varys with his titters, Stannis endlessly grinding his teeth. She had contended with Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, and her vile, treacherous, murderous dwarf brother, all the while promising herself that one day it would be her turn. If Margaery Tyrell thinks to cheat me of my hour in the sun, she had bloody well think again.
Excerpt From: George R. R. Martin. A Feast for Crows. Bantam Books, 2005. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.