[Kill Shot] kills whatever it hits—no ifs, ands, or buts. And Nat would really prefer not to use it. Natalie Chekov was expecting to see her grandkids for dinner, but her plans were forcibly changed when a cosmic error teleported her cabin into a fantasy world—along with its subterranean bunker filled with canned food and ammunition. Also, there are funny little numbers popping up whenever she does something. Nat can fend for herself, but the nearby goblin empire believes her cabin represents an incursion from the human tribes. The balance has shifted and great powers are moving; will Nat be forced to exercise the castle doctrine, or can she enforce peace through the power of baked goods?