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

by Matt Dinniman

It burns a lot hotter and a lot longer than regular coal. And when I say “a lot longer,” I mean until the end of your lifetime. So like a week or more.

“Gentlemen,” Imani said, appearing next to me. “Both of you put your dicks away. We don’t need this right now.” “I could kill you,” Prepotente said. He said it to Imani. “I could crunch on your bones and glory in the sound that they made when they splintered.” “Bitch, what?” Imani demanded, her demeanor changing on a dime.