I got 4% of this bitch left, and I can’t even tell you how little I care. Q wanders around Fillory looking for the Beast and even hires a ship to take him across the ocean to keep looking. At one point he quadruples their pay to convince them to keep going, because he’s a…

So they keep walking, and suddenly they reach the center of the Tomb. All of the group. Just…arrive. All they had to do get there was walk enough and not die. They didn’t have to prove themselves (the guides did the majority of the fighting) or pass any tests or show any amount of cleverness.…

The deeper they rolled into Fillory, the shakier Quentin felt, but Eliot was the opposite: he just got calmer and more sure of himself, exactly the way Quentin had thought he, Quentin, would, and exactly the way that he wasn’t. 1) That sentence structure is giving me hives. 2) I might feel a smidge of…

So the group goes into the random bar that they found and sits to have some beer. Which…IDK, seems kinda risky, didn’t you go on last chapter about how every flippin thing in this world is so different and magical and wondrous? But you’ll just ingest any random thing you found in a bar patronized…