Okay, I need to talk about Juicebox and Samantha, because that is the whole conversation right there. This book somehow took what was already a wildly fun series and made me care even more deeply a sex doll head on a platter, and I honestly did not see that coming when I started reading. The dungeon crawl through the feral god realm is an absolute blast, packed with the kind of absurd, escalating mayhem that makes you read three chapters past your bedtime without noticing.
What gets me about this installment is how the emotional beats land right in the middle of all the chaos. Carl and Donut continue to be one of the most genuinely entertaining duos in the genre, but the side characters absolutely steal whole sections of this book. If you have been sleeping on this series, this is not the entry point, but if you are already here, buckle up because this one goes places I was completely unprepared for in the best possible way.