In Descent, Shark Liver Oil explores the murky nadir of A Feast For Crows. We plough through more Cersei insanity and spend almost an entire chapter locked in a tower with a petulant and unapologetic teenager. We then get a luxurious amount of detail lavished upon Sansa and Sweetrobin's climb down the mountain. With no Brienne or Jaime to redeem it, this looks like a bumpy ride ahead.
But what's this? Dave actually liked most of this part and it wasn't as bad as Matt remembered from the last read. Maybe there's light at the end of the tunnel after all! And there's also the long overdue return to our long running joke about Westeros's favourite elderly House DJ, Grandmasta Pycelle. Lets get it on!
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