if you are like me and you showed up at this novel after listening to DDC and wanting to hear more of Jeff Hayes, do not waste your time. It reads like poorly written fan smut from an awkward 15-year-old that only fantasizes about boobs on the internet. Unless you’re the type of person that is into detailed descriptions of boobs as large of heads and digital penetration as they fantasize about screwing dungeon monsters, stick to Jeff’s other work.