The Eye of the Bedlam Bride (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #6)

by Matt Dinniman

“Did... did you just rip your dick off and throw it at me?” “I’m going to do it again if you don’t let me in.”

I love you, Donut. And I will never fight you. I will die before I let that happen.”

How can you win a deliberately unfair game when the rules are written by your opponent?

“Welcome to your salvation, motherfuckers.”

This was a good thing, I decided after a moment. Not that they were dead, but that it was over with.

This is a metallic penis extension that comes with a free probation officer and a traumatic brain injury.”

“Samantha, I could kiss you.” “I’m not a whore, Carl.”

Donut: WHY DIDN’T YOUR MOTHER DRIBBLE YOU BACK OUT ONTO THE TRUCK STOP BATHROOM FLOOR, REZAN?

Damn Donut! Hard core

This is our chance to show them how hard it is to kill us. We will not die on their schedule.

She headbutted against my leg. “Don’t be stupid. We can only do our best. If you don’t go down the stairs, I don’t go down the stairs. We are the Princess Posse, and the Princess Posse doesn’t leave anybody behind.”

It was loneliness. It had always been loneliness.

But we were all together again. And there was hope. Finally. Clarity filled me for the first time in a long while.