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His usual magical option of shifting planes is blocked, so instead of playing hide-and-seek, the game plan is. Crashing the pantheon marathon is the Norse god Loki. The author has caught lightning pun intended in a bottle and he keeps doing it again, and again. I give Hunted [a] five out of five.

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Snark runs rampant, action is non-stop, the world building is phenomenal, and the characters are ones that you would love to sit down and have a drink with.

The epilogue has me itching to get my hands on the next in the series. Book Details Author: Kevin Hearne Pages: Kindle Edition Brand: Book Appearances 6. Bloody sorcerer says he's got his own king there now at Sveinsey.

What kingdom am I in right now? How does a knight not know where he is?

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Just came across from the continent not long ago. Borders shift and kings die all the time. Hard to keep track after a while. You're in Glywysing. Who is your lord?

My last lord was slain by the Saxons. Someone offered to buy my next drink. He scowled and picked up a flagon that needed polishing. Plenty of game hereabouts.

But it's all meat all the time now. That and drink, because I had quite a few kegs in storage. Ran out of flour so there's no bread. Haven't seen a vegetable in three weeks. He's trying to turn it into a proper castle, you know-but bugger that, what I keep hearing is that he has some kind of infinite supply of food. It's a magic graal, you know. Take food from it and more appears. He can feed everyone in his fortress just fine, and plenty of people have joined him to get their three squares a day, you bet.

But meanwhile the land is dying around him, spreading east from the Gwyr peninsula and maybe north and west, too, I don't know. Haven't heard from anybody out there.

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Or even in that direction? There was one in here about seven days ago, and another a couple weeks before that.

Tattoos on their arms, you know. The time when Druids earned respect wherever they walked had passed, and it was getting to the point where we couldn't even walk around freely without harassment or outright violence. I nodded and asked, "They went to join the Pict? They thought they could bloody do something about him.

I wished them well in that regard, but they haven't come back and we still can't get to Gloucester, so they've had all the effect of King Cadoc's prayers, which is to say, no effect at all.

They had told me all I needed to know, and nothing would follow except personal questions and the exchange of lies.

Blending in with the converted populace wasn't difficult so long as I kept my tattoos hidden, for the rules were simple in the early Church of the time: The social camouflage was easy to maintain but wearying on the spirit.

I thanked the men for their company and excused myself to look after my horse, may the Lord bless and keep them and destroy all evil. I brushed Apple Jack down and fed him and settled in to wait out the night, resolving to get an early start in the morning.

I wanted to strip and dry out my kit but the necessity of maintaining my Christian facade made that impossible. Whenever someone entered the stables I knelt and clasped my hands and made a show of prayer.

No one interrupted my pious devotion.

The rain renewed with a vengeance in the morning, determined to erode my substance away and chap my hide. Big fat drops spanged off my helmet and slapped against my leathers. I kept my head down for most of the time and trusted Apple Jack to follow the path.

After a soggy lunch under the partial shelter of an ash tree, we longed for the dry comfort of the stable at the Silver Stallion. An hour's numbing march after lunch brought a surprise.

I wiped rain out of my eyes at one point and Apple Jack shook his head to accomplish the same end. Refocusing on the road, I saw a structure ahead that I had missed before. It looks like a chapel. The cross on the roof was a bit of a giveaway. It wasn't a cathedral or even a regular meeting house; it was a small gray stone-and-mortar job put together in such a way as to suggest that the mason had been in a hurry. Tombstones leaned left and right in the sodden earth and completely surrounded the chapel, giving the yard the likeness of stained and broken teeth.

It was the most morbid house of worship I'd ever seen.

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I dismounted and fed him an apple before casting camouflage on myself and my kit and drawing Fragarach from its scabbard. A low fence that marked the boundary of the hallowed ground had a single open gate that led into the graveyard and pointed to a narrow path between the graves.

Once I passed through it, I saw that the door to the chapel was ajar. Candles could be seen burning inside. Show related SlideShares at end. WordPress Shortcode. Published in: Full Name Comment goes here. Are you sure you want to Yes No. Be the first to like this. No Downloads.

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Hounded: The Iron Druid Chronicles

With a fallen angel feasting on local high school students, a horde of Bacchants blowing in from Vegas with their special brand of deadly decadence, and a dangerously sexy Celtic goddess of fire vying for his attention, Atticus is having trouble scheduling the witch hunt. Book Details Author:Hunted Book 7: Bloody sorcerer says he's got his own king there now at Sveinsey.

The author has to be lauded for his approximation of the character of Morrigan, he admirably paints her as a fey goddess who oscillates from being kind one second to megalomania within the other.

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