When I initially downloaded Game of Thrones (the first of George R.R. Martin’s novels in the A Song of Ice and Fire series) to my Kindle 10+ years ago, my expectations were zero. Less than a year later, after I’d finally read the last page of the fifth and final (so far) book, I couldn’t fathom having to wait for more content about the lands of Westeros and beyond.
Luckily, despite not yet having the sixth or seventh book in the series, I was quickly gifted the Game of Thrones screen adaptation. I consumed every episode, every wild theory. And already knowing the plot from the books, I felt like I had these massive secrets that I couldn’t tell my friends and family, who were experiencing the characters for the first time on TV—such as the lead-up to Ned Stark’s fate or the Red Wedding. (Admittedly, I didn’t read Martin’s Fire & Blood, the fictional textbook that inspired this latest series, though that one-off was more a timeline of events than a novel.)