Dungeon Desolation (The Divine Dungeon, #4)

by Dakota Krout

Who was prepared for snake-stuffed snowmen? Is anyone ever really ready for an angry goose?

Bedraggled and overworked, Stefan nodded painfully and slowly. "One potion of cure disease of sexual origin? Give me fifteen minutes…"

Rose whipped out an arrow and fired at him. Hans didn’t move, and the arrow *thunked* into the armor covering his knee. He looked down at the arrow, back at her, and back at the arrow. “Are you invoking the Northman’s courting ritual?” “Ha!” Tom bellowed a single, deep laugh. “He’s right; we call getting married ‘taking an arrow to the knee’! You just got engag-” he sputtered to a stop as he looked at an arrowhead that was pointing at his eye.

If you die, please at least try to take a few with you.” “This guy should be a motivational speaker, hey, Dale?” Hans poked Dale in the side, trying to tickle a reaction out of the pale-faced youth. “So what should we do after all of this?” Tom spoke with a wide smile. “I am thinking of visiting an exotic location, perhaps finding a secluded island and being revered as a god by the local women.”

The collective butt clench could have created a diamond

It was as fun to me as feces are to a monkey.

Egil Nolsen – known to the world as ‘Xenocide’, this man is of unknown ranking and fully insane.