NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Join Carl and his ex-girlfriend’s cat, Princess Donut, as they fight fantastical creatures and deadly mobs to make it to the next level and build the kind of fan following the dungeon masters can’t ignore in the second book in the smash-hit Dungeon Crawler Carl series—now with bonus material exclusive to this print edition.
“Greetings, Crawlers! The training levels have concluded. Now the games may truly begin.”
The aliens have come, and they’ve transformed Earth into a multilevel, video game–like dungeon. It’s the newest season of the galaxy’s most watched game show, Dungeon Crawler World. Now on the third floor, Carl and Donut have to fight harder than ever. They’ve already proven that a Coast Guard vet and once-and-forever feline royalty are an almost unstoppable team. Their ratings are off the charts. Viewers can’t get enough. But the dungeon gets more dangerous each day, and now there’s a whole new problem to deal with: Quests.
They call it the Over City. A sprawling, once-thriving metropolis devastated by a mysterious calamity. But these streets are far from abandoned. An undead circus trawls the ruins. Murdered women rain from the sky. An ancient spell is finally ready to reveal its dark purpose. Can Carl and Donut solve the mystery in time?
And can Carl finally find some pants?
Includes part two of the exclusive bonus story “Backstage at the Pineapple Cabaret.”
""Mongo is appalled"" but I'm sure not!
"Carol and Donut continue to navigate the next floor of the dungeon, encounter more creatures and NPC's and conflicts. The world and politics continue to expand. These books are absolutely hilarious, and I've never laughed so much while reading. I love Princess Donut so much, and I wasn't expecting such heartwarming and bittersweet moments too. The end of this one had me really stressing, and then tearing up. This is likely to be an all time favourite series. I see myself rereading these for sure. ** “Mongo is appalled. ” “Cats don't drink cocktails,' I said. 'Cats don't shoot lasers from their eyes, either, but here we are, Carl. Mama needs a night off. ” “They were all gone. All I had left in this world was right here. Mongo soon started to snore. I could feel Donut’s warmth against the back of my neck. She breathed softly, oblivious of all that had occurred tonight. This, I thought, this is my family. ” “Donut looked back over her shoulder. “What? Are you scared of my butt or something? I’ll have you know it is glorious. ” She waggled it at the elves, jingling the crupper that hung like a skirt across her backside. “This is an award-winning derriere!” “The saferoom appeared to be a tavern about fifty meters down a dead-end alley. A sign hung in front of the tavern, naming it “The Belly-Rubbed Pug. ” “the last thing we needed was the murder chicken to go a’murdering”"
