The Butcher's Masquerade (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #5)

by Matt Dinniman

And how is that machine greased? The universe’s four lubricants. Blood, tears, taxes, and lawyers.”

Violence breeds chaos. From chaos we were born and into chaos we will succumb.”

I’m actually quite fond of the Twilight novels. Plus, I would never stoop so low as to disparage the work of an over-imaginative and obviously undersexed artist who managed to become a brazilianaire from barely-disguised erotica targeted at adolescent girls. However, I would like to take this opportunity to point out that your culture’s obsession with fictional, underaged heroes was absolutely misguided.

Trauma does that, I thought. It’s an explosion with your heart at the center. It changes everything all at once.

And it’s not just Ferdinand. This is typical of the entire species. Cats don’t ask for permission. They never apologize. They’re soulless murderers. All of them.