Okay, let me be real, this was a guilty-pleasure romp. It’s Deadpool crossed with Game of Thrones, drenched in over-the-top meta jokes and snark. It’s not Shakespeare-level prose (and that’s perfectly fine), but when you’re in the mood for something irreverent and unapologetically silly, you’re in for a treat. 

The premise is a blast: Davi, trapped in an endless time loop where she keeps failing to stop the Dark Lord, finally says “f••• it” and decides to become the villain herself. Cue a hilariously motley crew of orcs, mouse-people, and stone monsters. Wexler gives these side characters just enough color to matter without slowing down the ride. 

This is campy fantasy, fierce and unfiltered. I laughed a lot. The final pages left me itching for the sequel. If you're ready for a dark-lord origin story that leans hard into humor, this is your ride. Just go in with your expectations set on “fun over finesse.”