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

by Matt Dinniman

“Carl,” he said. “I should have known such a colossal fuck-up could only be perpetrated by such a colossal dolt.” “Hello, Prepotente,” I said. The goat creature screamed, suddenly and unexpectantly, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. There was no reason for it. “What the hell,” someone muttered behind me. Prepotente went on as if nothing had happened. “Oh, hello, Donut,” he said, brightening. “Well met. You are even more delightful in person. I’ve been wishing to meet you for some time now. We are two of a kind, you and I. From what I understand we’re the only two remaining Earth creatures in the dungeon who have gained true sapience. I was so very disappointed to learn you’d obtained access to the Desperado Club and not Club Vanquisher. I do wish to share a brandy with you some time and to discuss our unique circumstances. Now, Carl. Is that other one with you? The murderer? If so, then there are five of the top ten here all at once. That must be a first.”