I just read A Feast For Crows, the 4th book in a sword and sorcery fantasy series called Song of Ice and Fire. It was awful.
The first book was published in 1995 and it was pretty good! The whole series was supposed to be a trilogy, and it would have made a fantastic trilogy. But the first book was so successful that the author (George R. R. Martin) decided everything he vomited onto the page henceforth was genius and couldn`t be excised, even when it was utter shit. It has now taken 16 years to stretch an intended trilogy into four books with another three more planned, and this last one was just pure garbage. He`s been missing deadlines for the last six years on the promised fifth book.