Dead Tired III

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Dead Tired III

By: RavensDagger

Narrated by: Justin Thomas James, Jeff Hays, Annie Ellicott, Dorrie Sacks, Gary Furlong

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Summary

Every self-respecting lich has a few hundred phylacteries at a minimum, and Harold wants to check in on a few thousand of his. Rumors reach him that the vicious Mantis Queen has one of them. Naturally, she's at the other end of the region. It's just a casual stroll across the deserted and inhospitable Flaming Steppes. Inhospitable for the living, that is!

Fenfang Fang—the Limpet—is taking her job as Harold's very first warlock seriously. The ancient lich figures it's time for his protégé to learn the ins-and-outs of politics by ruling an entire city. Baby steps! Ruling the decrepit city of Yu Xiang looks easy enough. A mudhole at the ass-end of the Empire, ashen dirt that's nearly impossible to farm, waters filled with dangerous beasts, could it be any easier?

Of course, rumors reach the Jade Throne that a horrible Lich has taken over the city, and an army of conscripts and lessor cultivators is formed to uproot the great evil.

What fantastical sights will Harold see on his trip? Will Limpet be able to keep the city and her head from the army?

And the biggest question of all—Will Rem finally get to eat Alex?

RavensDaggerJustin Thomas JamesJeff HaysAnnie EllicottDorrie SacksGary FurlongSoundbooth TheaterDead Tired

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Dead Tired III crashes through the crypt of logic with even more glorious chaos, zero regard for rules, and a pun density that should be legally concerning. By book three, I thought I’d be ready. I was wrong. Again.

You think you know where it’s going — and then it swerves, swan-dives, and cartwheels through pure undead absurdity. The characters? Doing whatever they want with zero chill. No consequences. No plan. Just vibes and vague threats of emotional growth.

Alex remains the blessedly exhausted maid-glue holding this skeletal mess together. Rem continues to weaponize decision-making like a raccoon with spell slots and zero impulse control. And the post-credit D&D scene? Worth the entire ride. I’ve never laughed so hard at one person’s magical chaos inducing another’s actual panic attack. Peak content.

Bony highlights:
- Puns that should be exorcised
- Plot twists from beyond the grave
- Surprisingly heartfelt chaos
- Dangerously snackable and easy to listen to

Final thoughts:
Don’t read in public unless you’re okay with cackling like a cryptkeeper.