The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)

by Matt Dinniman

We sat at the kitchen counter. I introduced Katia to curly fries. She was not impressed.

“And the cat is having a dirty Shirley in a bowl. Extra cherries.”

I will be waiting for them on the other side of the veil where not even the vast expanse of stars or time will withhold my wrath.

“Don’t track blood on the floors,” Katia called as we all tracked blood on the floor.

She had an I-might-murder-you-at-any-moment-but-it’ll-probably-be-fun-for-both-of-us aesthetic.

“Spoiler alert, Katia,” Donut replied. “It’s always going to end with an explosion.”