Grognar the Glorious: (1 The Whispering Labyrinth)

Grognar the Glorious (Sort Of) is the dungeon-crawling, crayon-wielding, chaos-infused comedy fantasy you never knew you needed. Meet Grognar: a Goregoblin with the leadership skills of a confused potato and the subtlety of a flaming battering ram. When High Warlord Skazgak orders him to stop a team of noble adventurers from seizing the dungeon core, Grognar does what any ambitious, barely-qualified middle manager would do - assembles a misfit squad of goblins, hobgoblins, and gibberlings (some of whom may be on fire), grabs a Boom Stick labeled in crayon, and sets off to conquer the dungeon one idiotic decision at a time. Armed with wild optimism and zero strategy, Grognar's squad stumbles from one deadly trap to the next: fighting mimics that bite back, outrunning descending ceilings, getting emotionally scarred by adorable-but-demonic boss bunnies, and accidentally redecorating the dungeon with glitter bombs, sacred fire, and a suspicious number of explosions. But Grognar isn't the only one on the move. A perfectly coiffed band of heroes - including a brooding paladin, a monocle-wearing elf wizard, and a cleric who's already losing faith - are hot on his heels. Their quest? To protect the dungeon, retrieve the core, and try not to laugh at the goblins ruining everything with surprising effectiveness. As sabotage, bad decisions, and fungal jazz spiders escalate, both parties edge closer to the dungeon core - a powerful artifact that could change everything... or at least make a very shiny belt buckle. Will Grognar's dumb luck and blind enthusiasm be enough to survive flaming elementals, aggressive architecture, and a disturbingly organized rogue gibberling named Sneaky? Or will the dungeon finally chew up this green tide of nonsense and spit them back out covered in soot and poor life choices? Prepare for: Questionable leadership Unexpected jazz Glitter-related trauma And possibly the most unheroic victory in dungeon history. Because when the goblins take over, everything burns - but in the most glorious way possible.

About the Author :
Mark Adams is 43 (so he says) writes fiction that's dark, funny, and occasionally smells like grave dirt. Specialising in fantasy and humour, he crafts stories full of sentient paperwork, malfunctioning resurrection systems, and the kind of dungeons that would give OSHA an aneurysm. He's currently working on Norman Reed (Not Reedus)-a gloriously grim and graphic series following a grumpy gravedigger, his undead sidekick, and the broken respawn system that ruined everything (again). When not knee-deep in plot holes and sarcastic footnotes, Mark can be found arguing with goblins, sharpening metaphors, or misplacing important plot devices in cursed filing cabinets. He believes a thesaurus is a weapon, not a tool, and has no intention of writing anything "normal."