This Inevitable Ruin (Dungeon Crawler Carl #7)

by Matt Dinniman

But Tina was different. Wasn’t she? We needed her. Did that matter? Or did that make it worse? I’d killed hundreds of children by this point. I hadn’t done it on purpose. Children die in war. So why was I hesitating now? My hesitation didn’t even make sense to myself.

Still... He was dead. Multiple, conflicting emotions warred inside of me. Rust was dead, and I was still alive. And even though I wasn’t the one who’d killed him, it was Rosetta who had. A cookbook author. My sister. As much as her actions could have screwed us, how could I be upset with her? How could I not be proud? Killing Rust had been her right.

“No, no, no,” Gary said. “We have business. All three of us. I find myself having a conundrum, and I need advice. I figured I’d ask my two best buddies for their counsel. Let’s have a time-out for a second and just chat.”

unexpected sense of relief flooded me. It probably wouldn’t have worked, not on him, but the moment I stowed the potion, a strange, what-were-you-thinking? clarity hit me. No. Not like that. Never like that. The river, always there, seemed to grow a little bit around the edges. It’s easy to think that when it’s no longer necessary.

You’d think I’d be ready for what happened next by now, but it still caught me off guard. He screamed right in my damn face.

Justice chuckled. He had to take a moment to decipher the slug’s words. It was one of the things he enjoyed about the small creatures. It was like having a never-ending supply of puzzles to solve. Justice Light loved puzzles. So had his children.

“Now that was a fuckin’ trip,” said a level 60 Fire Dryad everyone had been calling Charmander.

So why hadn’t it worked on Dong? I didn’t know.

The sentient sock!!

“But as much as I love him, I want you to know I love you and Donut more.” She pointed at the dancing woman and infant. “I love you both just as much as I ever loved those two right there.”

When Big Things happen on such a large scale, it’s easy to forget sometimes that these Big Things are also happening to the little things in the world.

Blood was so much more red when it was spilled from someone you loved.

“Carl,” Donut said, looking up at me. “It’s okay... You’re right. It’ll work. It’s just... I hoped none of them would be on the outside.” “What do you mean?” “The scars.”

Elle: Okay, am I the only one completely freaked out by these little trash goblins? Holy shit, guys. Florin: If we were back home, we’d be drowning them both in the bath right about now. Imani: Not a word, either of you. Not a word.

had a sudden thought. What was it that War Mage had said? They’d found and taken the Scavenger’s Daughter. Could that possibly be Samantha’s daughter? And if so, did that mean Samantha was really the scavenger?

Your Book of Voodoo has been updated. Your Book of Voodoo has been updated with a metric fuckton of entries. For fucks sake. Finally.