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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • For nearly two thousand years, only one Druid has walked the Earth—Atticus O’Sullivan, the Iron Druid, whose sharp wit and sharp sword have kept him alive as he’s been pursued by a pantheon of hostile deities. Now he’s got company.

Atticus’s apprentice Granuaile is at last a full Druid herself. What’s more, Atticus has defrosted an archdruid long ago frozen in time, a father figure (of sorts) who now goes by the modern equivalent of his old Irish name: Owen Kennedy.

And Owen has some catching up to do.

Atticus takes pleasure in the role reversal, as the student is now the teacher. Between busting Atticus’s chops and trying to fathom a cell phone, Owen must also learn English. For Atticus, the jury’s still out on whether the wily old coot will be an asset in the epic battle with Norse god Loki—or merely a pain in the arse.

But Atticus isn’t the only one with daddy issues. Granuaile faces a great challenge: to exorcise a sorcerer’s spirit that is possessing her father in India. Even with the help of the witch Laksha, Granuaile may be facing a crushing defeat.

As the trio of Druids deals with pestilence-spreading demons, bacon-loving yeti, fierce flying foxes, and frenzied Fae, they’re hoping that this time, three’s a charm.

Don’t miss any of Kevin Hearne’s phenomenal Iron Druid Chronicles novels:
HOUNDED | HEXED | HAMMERED | TRICKED | TRAPPED | HUNTED | SHATTERED | STAKED

Praise for Shattered

“Funny, razor-sharp . . . Plenty of action, humor, and mythology keep this book fun and interesting.” Booklist (starred review)

“Uproariously entertaining in a way that Hearne is uniquely able to achieve . . . [ Shattered] has the feeling of a new beginning for its hero and for the series.” RT Book Reviews

“This series just gets bigger and better, and Shattered shows no signs of it slowing down.” —Vampire Book Club

“Well and truly awesome.” —Fangs for the Fantasy

“So much fun to read!” —Hidden in Pages

“[With] clever writing and engrossing story-telling, it’s impossible not to get completely absorbed into the world Kevin [Hearne] has created.” —Yummy Men and Kick Ass Chicks

Praise for Kevin Hearne and The Iron Druid Chronicles

“Clever, fast paced and a good escape.” —Jason Weisberger, Boing Boing

“[Kevin] Hearne is a terrific storyteller with a great snarky wit. . . . Neil Gaiman’s American Gods meets Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden.” SFFWorld

“Celtic mythology and an ancient Druid with modern attitude mix it up in the Arizona desert in this witty new fantasy series.” —Kelly Meding, author of Tempest

“[Atticus is] a strong modern hero with a long history and the wit to survive in the twenty-first century. . . . A snappy narrative voice.” —Library Journal , on Hounded

“Outrageously fun.” —The Plain Dealer , on Hounded

“Superb . . . plenty of quips and zap-pow-bang fighting.” Publishers Weekly (starred review), on Hounded

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Praise for Shattered
 
“Funny, razor-sharp . . . Plenty of action, humor, and mythology keep this book fun and interesting.” Booklist (starred review)
 
“Uproariously entertaining in a way that [Kevin] Hearne is uniquely able to achieve . . . [ Shattered] has the feeling of a new beginning for its hero and for the series.” RT Book Reviews

“This series just gets bigger and better, and Shattered shows no signs of it slowing down.” —Vampire Book Club
 
“Well and truly awesome.” —Fangs for the Fantasy
 
“So much fun to read!” —Hidden in Pages
 
“[With] clever writing and engrossing story-telling, it’s impossible not to get completely absorbed into the world Kevin [Hearne] has created.” —Yummy Men and Kick Ass Chicks

Praise for Kevin Hearne and The Iron Druid Chronicles
 
“Clever, fast paced and a good escape.” —Jason Weisberger, Boing Boing

“[Kevin] Hearne is a terrific storyteller with a great snarky wit. . . . Neil Gaiman’s American Gods meets Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden.” SFFWorld
 
“Celtic mythology and an ancient Druid with modern attitude mix it up in the Arizona desert in this witty new fantasy series.” —Kelly Meding, author of Tempest
 
“[Atticus is] a strong modern hero with a long history and the wit to survive in the twenty-first century. . . . A snappy narrative voice.” —Library Journal , on Hounded
 
“Outrageously fun.” —The Plain Dealer , on Hounded
 
“Superb . . . plenty of quips and zap-pow-bang fighting.” Publishers Weekly (starred review), on Hounded
 
“An exciting mix of comedy, action, and mythology . . . [Atticus] is one of the best main characters currently present in the urban fantasy genre.” Fantasy Book Critic , on Tricked

About the Author

Kevin Hearne hugs trees, pets doggies, and rocks out to heavy metal. He also thinks tacos are a pretty nifty idea. He is the author of A Plague of Giants and the New York Times bestselling series The Iron Druid Chronicles.

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Hearne / SHATTERED

Chapter 1

Few things trigger old memories so quickly as authority figures from our youth. I’m not saying those memories are necessarily good ones; they’re simply old and tend to cast us back into roles we thought we grew out of long ago. Sometimes the memories are warm and blanket us like a mother’s love. More often, however, they have the sting of hoarfrost, which bites at first, then numbs and settles in the bones for a deep, extended chill.

The ancient man who was pushing himself up into a sitting position in front of me triggered very few memories of the warm sort. Apart from being brilliant and magically gifted, my archdruid had frequently been abusive and had made few friends during his life—­a life that, until recently, I thought had ended millennia ago. After he bound me to the earth prior to the Common Era, I’d seen him only a couple more times before we drifted apart, and I’d always assumed he’d died, like almost everyone else I knew from my youth. But for reasons unknown, the Morrigan had frozen him in time in Tír na nÓg, and now he was about to confront the fact of his time travel—­with, I might add, flecks of spittle and bacon around the edges of his wrinkled lips.

I hope that if I ever travel two thousand years into the future, there will still be bacon.

His voice, a sort of perpetually phlegmy growl, barked a question at me in Old Irish. He’d have to learn English quickly if he wanted to talk to anyone besides the Tuatha Dé Danann and me. “How long was I on that island, Siodhachan? You still look pretty young. By the looks of ye, it can’t have been more than three or four years.”

Oh, was he in for a surprise. “I will tell you in exchange for something I’d like to know: your name.”

“My name?”

“I’ve never called you anything but Archdruid.”

“Well, it was right that ye should, ye wee shite. But now that you’re grown a bit and a full Druid, I suppose I can tell ye. I’m Eoghan Ó Cinnéide.”

I grinned. “Ha! If you Anglicize that, it’s Owen Kennedy. That will work out just fine. I’ll call Hal and get you some ID with that name.”

“What are ye talking about?”

“That’s a question you’ll be asking a lot. Owen—­I hope you don’t mind me calling you that, because I can’t walk around calling you Archdruid—­you’ve been on that island for more than two thousand years.”

He scowled. “Don’t be tickling me ass with a feather, now; I’m asking seriously.”

“I’m answering seriously. The Morrigan put you on the slowest of the Time Islands.”

Owen studied my face and saw that I was in earnest. “Two thousand?”

“That’s right.”

He flailed about for something to hold on to; the number was too huge to register, and the stark fact that he had been uprooted and could never go back to his old earth was a deep, dark well into which he could fall forever. He opened his mouth twice and closed it again after uttering a half-­formed vowel. I waited patiently as he worked through it, and finally he latched on to me, having nothing else in front of him. “Well, then, you were on one of those islands too. She must have set us there around the same time.”

“No, I didn’t get to skip all that time in an eyeblink. I lived through it. And I’ve learned a few things you never taught me.”

He grunted in disbelief. “Now I know you’re pulling me cock. You’re telling me that you’re more than two thousand years old?”

“That’s what I’m telling you. You might as well brace yourself. The world is far bigger and far different than it was when you left it. You’ve never even heard of Jesus Christ or Allah or Buddha or the New World or bloody buffalo wings. It’s going to be one shock after the other.”

“I don’t know what a shock is.”

Of course he didn’t. He’d never heard of electricity. I’d thrown in a modern Irish word with my Old Irish.

“But your lack of hair is certainly a surprise,” he said, gesturing at my close-­cropped skull. It was starting to fill in from when I’d had to shave it all off—­a consequence of a recent encounter with some Fae who’d tried to chew off my scalp—­but to Owen’s eyes it must look like an unnatural cosmetic decision. “And what in nine worlds happened to the rest of your beard? Ye don’t look like a man. Ye look like a lad who had a rat die on his chin.”

“It works for me,” I said, dismissing it. “But look, Owen, I’m wondering if you can do me a favor.”

“Do I owe ye one?”

“You’d still be on that island if it weren’t for me, so I’d say so.”

My archdruid huffed and wiped at his mouth, finally dislodging the bacon bits that had rested there. “What is it?”

I raised my right sleeve over my shoulder, revealing the ravaged tattoo at the top of my biceps. “A manticore destroyed my ability to shape-­shift back to human, so I can’t shift to any of my animal forms until it gets fixed. Would you mind touching it up?”

He scowled and flared up. “I fecking taught ye how to tame a manticore, didn’t I? Don’t try to tell me I didn’t! That isn’t my fault.”

“I didn’t say—­”

“And I remember ye complaining about it too.” He affected a falsetto to mock me. “ ‘When am I ever going to meet a manticore?’ ye said. ‘Why do I have to learn Latin? When are we going to learn about sex rituals?’ ”

“Hey, I never said that!”

“Ye didn’t have to. There was a year ye couldn’t sneak up on anyone because your knob would peek around the corner first and everyone would say, ‘Here comes Siodhachan!’ and then the rest of ye would follow. Ye remember that?”

Desperate to return the conversation to more-­recent scars—­ a much safer topic than my uncomfortable puberty—­I said, “The manticore struck first, and taming him was never an option.”

“It’s always an option.”

“No, it’s not. You weren’t there, and you’ve never had to deal with manticore venom. It requires all of your attention to break it down, trust me. And once I managed to do it, I was so weak that I’d never have been able to survive another dose. I was severely wounded and unable to confront him without leaving myself open to another shot. Any attempt to tame him would have been fatal. I was lucky to get out of there alive.”

“All right, fine, but why me? Can’t ye have some other Druid do it? I have some catching up to do.”

I carefully neglected to mention that he and I were two of only three remaining Druids in the world. Time enough for that later. “That’s true, you do. We have a lot to talk about, and I have a new language to teach you if you’re going to get along. And the other Druid I’d trust to do this is busy working on another project.”

Granuaile was training her new wolfhound, Orlaith, to speak and was also taking care of Oberon in the meantime. I didn’t want her talking to Owen anyway, until I’d had the chance to teach him modern manners. If he spoke to her the way he spoke to me, there would be blood in short order, most of it his.

My archdruid winced, sighed, and rubbed at his temples as if he had a major headache. “Dagda fuck me, but I need something to drink. I don’t suppose ye know where we can find something besides water?”

“Sure. I’ll buy. Can you walk yet?” I glanced at his legs, which had been broken in the stress of removing him from the Time Island. He’d had some time to heal here, under the ministrations of the healer Fand, Manannan Mac Lir’s magic bacon, and his own healing powers, but I didn’t know if it was enough.

“I think so.” He nodded. “Bones bind quickly, but it’s the bruising to your muscles that always takes time. We’ll walk slow and drink fast.”

He leaned on me a bit for support and walked gingerly, but we made it off the barge and into the boat I’d taken out to the island. Once we reached the riverbank, it would be a short walk to a tree tethered to Ireland. We’d be able to shift to someplace with plenty of potables on tap and a comfortable spot to talk. In a strange way, I was looking forward to it. It felt strangely empowering to know something my archdruid didn’t already know.

Somebody didn’t want us to have that talk, however. No sooner had the boat ground into the gravel of the bank than an angry, high-­pitched bark greeted us from downriver.

“Oi!” A hopping-­mad Fir Darrig bounded toward us—­literally hopping and literally mad, as evidenced by the bulging of his eyes and the belligerent brandishing of his shillelagh—­intent on accosting us at the least and teeing off on our skulls at the worst. Rat-­faced, red-­coated, and only three feet tall, Fir Darrigs have a five-­foot vertical leap and a quick hand with the shillelagh; their single-­digit IQs couple with that to make them think they are eight feet tall and four times as fearsome.

Usually you can just toss something shiny at them and they will stop to investigate, because they’re greedy little goblins and tend to hoard anything that appears valuable. I had a quarter in my pocket and I lobbed it at him, making sure it caught the sun, but his eyes never wavered. He was determined to take a swing at me for some reason.

Another one bounced out of the trees downriver, spied us, and leapt forward. “Oi!” A second later, three more appeared. “Oi! Oi! Oi!”

“That’s fecking strange,” my archdruid said. And he was right. Fir Darrigs are typically solitary. You’d see two of them slamming their fists into each other every so often, which was actually their mating ritual, and if they didn’t kill each other first, eventually they’d slam other things into each other and carry on the species. I’d never seen three together before, and here we had five coming at us.

“Oi! Oi! Oi!” Whoops. Make that eight.

The first one was obviously the most immediate threat, so I crafted a binding between the wool of his natty red coat and the silt of the riverbank and let the earth pull him to the ground. I wasn’t quick enough to bind the coat closed, however, and he wriggled out of it and came at us nude, because Fir Darrigs don’t wear anything except those red coats. He was filthy and ugly, and his yellow choppers gnashed out a series of incoherent snarls. Belatedly, I realized it would have been a better choice to bind his shillelagh to the riverbank. I drew my sword, Fragarach, from its scabbard and stepped forward, setting myself; there would be little time for other bindings.

Behind me, Owen began to tear off his ragged tunic and pants. He had no weapon; he was a weapon when he shape-­shifted to his predator form.

“Stand back, lad, I can handle this.”

I shot a quick scowl at him over my shoulder. “You’re not in any shape to fight.”

That fired him up, and he spat at me, “When a fight comes at ye, it’s not going to ask if you’re in shape for it! Ye have to be ready whenever it comes, and the day I’m not ready for a fight is the day I’m dead!” Free of his clothes, he shape-­shifted to an enormous black bear and roared. That secured the attention of the first Fir Darrig, which roared back, hopped out of my reach to the left, then leapt up high in an arc that would end with his shillelagh crashing down onto Owen’s skull. I turned and pursued like someone chasing down a Frisbee. Owen attempted to rise up on his back legs to meet the Fir Darrig, but those were the ones that had been broken and they weren’t sufficiently sturdy to support a bear’s weight yet. He got halfway up before they buckled and he came back down. The Fir Darrig had adjusted his swing to meet Owen’s head up high but then couldn’t recalculate in time once the bear fell to his feet. His feeble effort glanced off the top of Owen’s shoulder but skipped along on the follow-­through to clock him on the ear. It staggered Owen, and he bellowed as he reeled sideways, but the Fir Darrig never got another chance to swing. I caught up and shoved Fragarach quickly through his neck; as he fell, I turned to meet the other seven.

The leader was still forty yards away, and they strung out from there. About five seconds to impact if I waited for them to come to me, less if I went to meet them. Owen was still shaking off the first club to the head and probably wouldn’t see the next shillelagh that brained him if I let them get close enough to take another swipe. So I charged, making plenty of noise to ensure they focused on me rather than the big bad bear. Owen wasn’t ready for this, no matter what he said.

Sword held high as I went in, I slid low at the last moment, upending those who didn’t leap up in an attempt to strike from the sky. The jumpers completely overshot me, but I wound up with three Fir Darrigs draped across my body, and once they came into contact with my cold iron aura, they were doomed as creatures of magic to death by disintegration. I didn’t even have to slap them; they gave a startled cry as their substance unraveled and thumped the air inside their coats with a plosive cloud of ashes.

Scrambling to my feet as the final four landed and whirled around, I brought up Fragarach to defend my head from their next attack. One of them, the smallest and most agile of a small and agile group, had already launched himself at my midsection as I was turning to face them, catching me off-­balance and plowing me back to the sandy gravel of the riverbank. He had puffed away into the wind by the time I hit the ground, but he’d set me up to be pounded to putty by his mates. They weren’t bright; instead of approaching from the side and smashing down as if they were chopping wood, they jumped on top of me to keep me down and raised their shillelaghs high. Their clawed toes scratched me, and their heels knocked the wind out of me, but they got the worst of it. They came apart before they could swing, and the only wounds I suffered were from three shillelaghs and three foul red coats that fell on top of me. I coughed from the ashes in the air and checked on Owen, who was closer than he had been but still twenty yards away from the action. His ears were up, and his eyes were wide in an expression of ursine surprise.

The archdruid didn’t give me any thanks for saving his hide or even comment that I had done well to take out eight Fir Darrigs all by myself. Fortunately, due to long acquaintance with him, I didn’t expect either thanks or praise.

“What did ye just do?” he said upon shape-­shifting back to human, his breathing somewhat labored. “They had ye all laid out for killing and then they exploded! Ye could have left me a couple.”

I stood up, dusted myself off, and tapped my necklace. “One of the reasons I’m still around—­koff!—­is this amulet. It’s cold iron and I’ve bound it to my aura, mostly for magical protection. But a useful side effect is that my aura kills Fae on contact. They call me the Iron Druid because of it.”

“You’re wearin’ cold iron? And you can still cast bindings?”

“Aye. It took some experimentation, but the mass is low enough to permit it.”

Owen grunted and waggled a finger at the rest of my necklace. “What’s all that silver on either side?”

“Charms. They let me cast basic bindings with mental commands rather than using my voice. It’s faster. Gives me an edge.”

He grunted again and considered. “All the Druids are doing this now?”

“Just me. But that’s pretty much all the Druids.”

“What?” My archdruid’s eyebrows, wild and white affairs that could do double duty as household dusters, drew together and folded his skin into grooves on his forehead.

“Not counting the Tuatha Dé Danann—­and we can’t really count them, because they’re supposed to stay in Tír na nÓg as much as possible—­there are only three Druids left, including us.”

“Shut your hole. How is that possible?”

“The Romans came for us. They burned all the groves on the continent and hunted us down. We couldn’t shift planes and so they were able to trap us. You heard about it, I’m sure. Julius Caesar was in Gaul in your day.”

Owen stiffened. “Aye, I remember. Did the Romans take Ireland?”

“No, they never made it there.”

“Well, then, why are there only three Druids?”

“Because the pagan Romans eventually turned into Christian Romans. The Holy Roman Church did make it to Ireland, centuries later, and a man named St. Patrick converted much of the populace to his religion. The Druids died out for lack of apprentices.”

He slumped, not understanding everything I said but sifting it for the essentials. “All the Druids died but you, eh? If this isn’t all an elaborate joke—­and if it is, I will ask Ogma to help me pound the living shite out of ye—­how did ye manage to live on when all the others died?”

“I left Ireland a long time ago, at the Morrigan’s urging, and learned to keep my body youthful. I’ve seen the world, Owen. It’s much, much bigger than we ever thought back in our time. To the rest of the world today, Ireland is a tiny country, famous for its fighters and its alcohol.”

“How tiny?”

“If the world were nine hundred sheep and a billy goat, Ireland would be the goat.”

“Huh.” He paused for a moment, trying to grasp the scale of it and orient himself, but it didn’t add up for him. He looked at me through squinting eyes. “Still, lad, why so few? With two thousand years to work with, I’d imagine ye would train more than one apprentice.”

“I was being chased by Aenghus Óg for much of that time.”

“Oh, him. For a god of love, he’s sure quick to hate and be hated back. He’s a right bastard.”

“He’s a dead bastard. I killed him.”

He raised a finger and tilted his head. “Is it the truth you’re telling me now, Siodhachan?”

“Aye. And as soon as he was dead, I began to train an apprentice. I just finished binding her to the earth a little over a month ago.”

“Ah, ye did? What’s her name?”

“Granuaile.”

“When do I get to meet her?”

“Later,” I said. “We need to get you acclimated first. The world is so different that I’m worried you’ll withdraw and hate everything.”

“There’s little chance of that,” Owen said, a tiny grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I can’t wait to see it all, to be truthful. And I’m sure the basics are the same. People still eat and shite and sleep, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then it can’t be all that different, can it? We’ll just have to train some more Druids.”

“I suppose so. But I have to caution you that there will be plenty of adjustments to make. We can start adjusting over a pint or five.” It occurred to me that he might not know what a pint was, so I added, “Ready for that drink?”

“Aye. But I should probably put me clothes on again.”

We shifted planes to Ireland—­to the Kilkenny Castle grounds, actually, where there were some bound trees along the canal. From there I led him through the streets to Kyteler’s Inn, a gray stone structure established in 1324. The interior would still be a jarring experience for him, but at least it wouldn’t have giant plasma screens shouting about the latest football match. I expected a flood of questions on the way, especially once he saw the castle, but he didn’t speak the whole way there; instead, he looked around with his mouth gaping open, staring at cars and streets paved in brick, stone, and asphalt, and at the concrete and steel of modern architecture mixed with the mortar and stone of older days. He stared at people too, whose clothing and shoes he found perplexing. The archdruid received more than a few stares of his own. No one made rags like the ones he was wearing anymore.

The bartender gave us an uncertain welcome. I must have looked like a university student buying a homeless man a drink. I pointed to an empty table where we would sit.

“Two Jamesons, neat, and two pints of Guinness, please?” I asked.

“Right away, sir.”

Owen slid cautiously onto the upholstered chair after watching me do the same, his expression a mask of wonder at the feeling of padding. But horror suffused his face shortly afterward as he remembered what he’d seen on the way in, and he whispered his first words to me in the modern world, hunched low over the table. “They’ve covered up the earth, Siodhachan!”

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Fatigue? It was just phoned in ? Either way this book in the series is a miss and you are better off giving it a miss.
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In terms of the writing for the rest of the series this was big let down. Maybe the authour is struggling with switching between three narrative points of view but as other reviewers have said it is a laborious read. For the most part none of the three characters fully... See more
In terms of the writing for the rest of the series this was big let down. Maybe the authour is struggling with switching between three narrative points of view but as other reviewers have said it is a laborious read. For the most part none of the three characters fully engage. The female protagonist partially engages at a couple of points but never fully catches on. The other two are two dimensional cutouts despite the fact that one of them was the original protagonist of the series and has six previous novels of center stage for character development.

It feels as though the entire novel was background material for a real novel. Instead of building up with character development the epiphany of a major character which should have been the most emotionally engaging point of the novel was a rushed, dry, two dimensional blurb buried in an action sequence ... when the blow by blow account of a battle is more engaging than a major inflection point in the emotional character development of the most important character of the series ... well underwhelming is the nicest way I can put it.

For another authour I would have given this three stars but given that this authour has spent six books showing that he can do so much better I was actually tempted to give it one star. Partly because it falls so far short of the six previous books and partly because it is uneven and two dimensional it was a real effort to finish and in the end it didn''t feel as though the effort paid off.

The only way this book is worth reading is if it sets up the next book and the writing in the next book shows the quality that made me buy this one without thinking. Even if, or maybe especially if, the next book is good I suggest skipping this one and just read the prelude or a plot summary online. That way you can enjoy his writing and the characters will not lose their grip on your imagination while you slog through book 7.
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Sneaky Burrito
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another enjoyable Iron Druid book
Reviewed in the United States on August 30, 2015
I''m kind of sad that my Iron Druid binge-read is over until the next book comes out. I liked a lot of things about this book. (That being said, don''t start here. Start with volume 1. You''ll need the background by the time you get to this point.) Please be advised that... See more
I''m kind of sad that my Iron Druid binge-read is over until the next book comes out. I liked a lot of things about this book. (That being said, don''t start here. Start with volume 1. You''ll need the background by the time you get to this point.) Please be advised that some spoilers from past volumes may be included here; you can''t get around that and adequately talk about this story.

First of all, the pace is toned down a bit from the previous book (which was a nonstop run-for-your-life kind of novel). There was still action and there were a lot of good fights in this one, but there were some of the scenes of everyday life that I''ve come to enjoy in this series, as well.

We have a new character in this book, Owen Kennedy, who was Atticus''s (the "Iron Druid" of the title) archdruid many (many) years ago. His introduction to the modern age is a highlight of the book for me (well, it''s more a series of smaller events). Owen is one of the three viewpoint characters and one of his chapters has one of the funniest paragraphs I''ve read in a book in a long time (it''s the one about getting a pet monkey instead of a dog and I''ll say no more -- except that someone who had not read any of these books, when shown only that paragraph, also laughed).

Atticus gets Owen settled (kind of) and then goes off on a quest to find who is sending various divinities after him and why. He does get his answer, and it ties back into something that happened in the very early books of the series. I like his interactions with various deities; we are introduced to some belief systems (including Shinto) that haven''t appeared in previous volumes.

And Granuaile is off to solve a mystery of her own: the disappearance of her father on an archaeological dig in India. This ends up tying in nicely to the overall story arc, plus I like that Granuaile is considered *able* to go off on her own -- she doesn''t need protection from a man. She has been trained and bound to the Earth as a Druid and is considered fully capable. In Granuaile''s storyline, we are introduced to some of the Hindu pantheon, as well.

At any rate, I think all the main characters'' sections are interesting and do a reasonably good job of balancing the current quest along with advancing the overall story arc.

This book is a little unique among volumes in this series in that it has a theme outside of all the plot events, that of coping with loss. In the previous volume, the Morrigan died and Atticus and others are coping with that. Owen comes back to realize that everyone he knew (except Atticus) is long dead. Granuaile deals with issues involving both her parents. Even Orlaith, Granuaile''s dog, has a little bit to say on the matter. And Greta the werewolf also has some comments about loss. It''s interesting that this all came to a head at once. And each character deals with it in his or her own way. (Owen has some downright sensible words on the subject.) It''s not just loss of relationships, but the consequences of making a choice (say, to become a werewolf or Druid) that is discussed. But it''s well-integrated into the story and not at all preachy.

Worldbuilding is consistent with previous volumes in the series, as is writing style. The series'' characteristic humor is present, and of course Atticus''s dog Oberon has a lot of interjections for comic relief. If you liked these elements before, you''ll like them again. They don''t radically change.

The only aspect I wasn''t totally sold on was the alternation in viewpoints. Each of the main characters had a number of POV chapters. I didn''t monitor these to see who got the most page time. I didn''t think the split was too uneven. And I didn''t hate any of the viewpoints; I actually found them all interesting (wanted to read everything, didn''t want to skip to new sections of the story). The problem I had was that it was often hard to tell which character''s head we were in, when a new scene opened. All of them were in first-person POV, which is fine, but it was jarring to think I was reading something from Granuaile only to realize it was Owen, for example. It wasn''t always easy to tell from the context of the first few lines.

I liked the conclusion as well. There were some surprises, some things I did not expect. But they didn''t come out of nowhere -- their foundations were well-laid in this and previous volumes. Overall, though, this was a fun book and I can''t wait for the next one. 4.5 stars.
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M. H. Moore
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Sometimes a bit confusing
Reviewed in the United States on November 14, 2016
I too had a hard time with the different POV''s...but then let me tell you this, being a man and writing from a woman''s point of view, he doesn''t do bad, but its confusing, a few times I had to go back a page or two to catch my place, not good Kevin...really. Oberon I really... See more
I too had a hard time with the different POV''s...but then let me tell you this, being a man and writing from a woman''s point of view, he doesn''t do bad, but its confusing, a few times I had to go back a page or two to catch my place, not good Kevin...really. Oberon I really love and his bits are great, but then I like a Dog''s Life by Peter Mayle and Kevin''s Oberon ranks right up there. It''s a necessary part of the series to get what the characters are building towards, but as Tabitha told Stephen..."You don''t have to bore me with it." It did in parts, but not too badly or I wouldn''t have finished it. Over all if you enjoy the series, this is a necessary book to get you from point A to point B, at which I can say I am glad to have arrived
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Barbara Elness
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Another Wonderful Iron Druid Adventure
Reviewed in the United States on July 25, 2017
With one more Druid added to the two existing, the archdruid that trained Atticus so long ago, there is trouble enough for all three of the world’s Druids. Left on a time island for two thousand years by the Morrigan before being rescued by Atticus, the archdruid now known... See more
With one more Druid added to the two existing, the archdruid that trained Atticus so long ago, there is trouble enough for all three of the world’s Druids. Left on a time island for two thousand years by the Morrigan before being rescued by Atticus, the archdruid now known as Owen Kennedy has a lot of catching up to do. Now it’s Atticus who must show his old teacher the ropes of this modern new world. In the meantime, Granuaile is contacted by the witch Laksha to assist in defeating an evil entity that has taken over her father’s body in India. All three end up working separately on different challenges, so the story is told from three different viewpoints. Of course the two wolfhounds, Orlaith and Oberon are there to add comic relief and loyal companionship throughout. After another wonderful adventure in the Iron Druid series, we learn there is more trouble brewing that will have to be dealt with in the future, which makes me eager to read the next book in the series to find out what happens next.
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How about a yeti POV?
Reviewed in the United States on September 4, 2017
Atticus and Granuaile have separate adventures in this book, with Granuaile going to India to save her father. We''re also introduced to Owen, Atticus'' archdruid, who is a rollicking old guy. I still can''t decide if I like the multiple POVs that Hearne introduced in the... See more
Atticus and Granuaile have separate adventures in this book, with Granuaile going to India to save her father. We''re also introduced to Owen, Atticus'' archdruid, who is a rollicking old guy. I still can''t decide if I like the multiple POVs that Hearne introduced in the previous book and uses heavily here. The narrative voice of Atticus was always one of the charms of the series and I miss it when he switches. It is nice to get to know Granuaile better, though, and Owen''s chapters are very funny. One thing that continues to be great is the inventive twists on different paranormal and mythical creatures. The yeti, for example, are wonderful, with their parentage, magic, art, poetry, and hockey. Also, I appreciate that Atticus isn''t the standard overprotective male. He allows Granuaile to face danger on her own, trusting that she can take care of herself.
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DRRD
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Too many POV''s when it''s Atticus I come for.
Reviewed in the United States on September 16, 2015
This was a struggle on the rating thing, as I''ve loved all the books so far. But there were enough things that dragged the story down that had to drop it a star and 1/2, but I gave it back that 1/2 star when having to pick full stars just because the series has been great... See more
This was a struggle on the rating thing, as I''ve loved all the books so far. But there were enough things that dragged the story down that had to drop it a star and 1/2, but I gave it back that 1/2 star when having to pick full stars just because the series has been great for me up to this point.

Others have described the plot and the good things about the story, many of which I agree with.

I love being in Atticus and Oberon''s heads. That''s who I''m coming to see when I jump into this universe. I''m getting used to Granuaile''s POV, but it just doesn''t seem to fit her for me. Way too introspective, and she dwells on things too long. The action scenes are good, and Orlaith is a sweet treat, but her musing on the when and why of things makes me think a lot of her thoughts don''t fit the person introduced in the earlier books. She gets boring when she gets to musing on things, which I can give a pass for her since she''s so young compared to Atticus.

But I don''t like being in Owen''s head. Yes, he''s important in that he''s a Druid, and I''m sure will be super important in the future books, but he''s just unpleasant even inside his head. That, and he''s adopting way too fast and way too well. I just don''t find him all that likeable.

I understand we need the different POV''s to see action Atticus doesn''t see, but really, he''s the one I come to read and I miss being outside his head. I hope we don''t get much more ''story bouncing'' from the three in the future. I''d rather just stick with Atticus and Oberon.
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You have to read this series!
Reviewed in the United States on November 9, 2020
Kevin Hearne is a genius! What a great world he''s brought to life. I realized I live for Oberon''s words hahahaha. It took me a couple (okay, five) chapters into Shattered to figure out who was starting out the chapter by the artwork. I''m so sad that the werewolves want... See more
Kevin Hearne is a genius! What a great world he''s brought to life. I realized I live for Oberon''s words hahahaha. It took me a couple (okay, five) chapters into Shattered to figure out who was starting out the chapter by the artwork. I''m so sad that the werewolves want nothing more to do with Atticus. Hopefully things will work out by the end of the series. Now I''m off to read The Purloined Poodle!
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Lalawman
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The story itself was a good read until this final chapter
Reviewed in the United States on August 2, 2021
When I started the series (in paperback) it was not clear that several parts of the story would only be available in an electronic format. So in the final novel you don''t have the story behind Starbuck or returning Odin''s spear, etc. It was extremely distracting from the... See more
When I started the series (in paperback) it was not clear that several parts of the story would only be available in an electronic format. So in the final novel you don''t have the story behind Starbuck or returning Odin''s spear, etc. It was extremely distracting from the final chapter and the story as a whole - which referred to the electronic formatted "novella''s" stories.
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Jim J-R
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
This adds some more fun to the tale as we can follow a number ...
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 13, 2016
Book seven in the increasingly convoluted Iron Druid sees our cast expand again to three different characters we are aligned with - bizarrely two of them speak in one tense and the third another. This adds some more fun to the tale as we can follow a number of different...See more
Book seven in the increasingly convoluted Iron Druid sees our cast expand again to three different characters we are aligned with - bizarrely two of them speak in one tense and the third another. This adds some more fun to the tale as we can follow a number of different plots simultaneously and makes it more entertaining. The plot sees the characters split up on separate adventures, but nevertheless feels like it''s treading water again - more about moving the pieces into position for a forthcoming finale rather than actually telling a self-contained story. My interest fell mainly with the secondary characters, each of whom at least have an emotional arc and are exploring new things, but overall the plot didn''t grip me and I found some passages particularly dense and hard to ingest. I''m not out off enough to abandon the series, but I am kind of feeling glad it''s almost over, as it already seems a bit dragged out. Perhaps once it''s wrapped up I''ll be better able to appreciate the individual parts.
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CathyR
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Shattered ~ loved it
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on June 25, 2014
This series just gets better and Shattered, if anything, raises the bar. The research and seamless intermingling of gods from everywhere is incredible and works amazingly well in the context of the storyline. And the writing is glorious with all the humour and detail...See more
This series just gets better and Shattered, if anything, raises the bar. The research and seamless intermingling of gods from everywhere is incredible and works amazingly well in the context of the storyline. And the writing is glorious with all the humour and detail delivered in spades. Atticus’ old archdruid, who was frozen in time by the Morrigan on Tír na nÓg, for the last 2,000 years, has been resurrected, so to speak. Owen, as he is now known, is a fun character with his grumpy ways and Old Irish cussing. Atticus’ attempts to acclimatize Owen, and bring him up to date with the world he now finds himself in, are hilarious and I love the interaction between the two of them. Owen very quickly becomes an integral part of the story. Although I’m not generally a huge fan of multiple points of view, in this instance the threefold narration works because Owen, Atticus and Granuaile are in different places a lot of the time. It adds immensely to the development of each character too while they are independent of each other. Atticus has matured and his principles, compassion and wisdom have grown accordingly. Granuaile travels to India after a message from Laksha, and from there to the Himalayas to meet the hockey loving Yeti (amazing!) She faces difficult problems without Atticus for the first time, with terrible consequences. The scenes with Granuaile and her father, and then her mother too, are so well written the emotion is just palpable. I love the addition of Orlaith, I’m glad it’s time for Oberon to have a companion. And, of course, Oberon and the interaction between him and Atticus, is as funny and entertaining as ever. Atticus discovers who his unknown enemy is and it’s a shock, to say the least, for all concerned. There’s a huge all out battle with several fatalities. But also a lot of introspection from the gods, druids and the Tuatha Dé Dannan, about mistakes made, opportunities missed and decisions taken. The conclusion and the epilogue sets the scene nicely for the next book. Luke Daniels’ narration is an absolute pleasure to listen to, with all the amazing characterisations…and there are lots of them. It must be a feat in itself to keep them all in order. Nevertheless they are all carried out with assurance and skill, incorporating the humour of the writing. Extremely entertaining.
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3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Vegetarian nonsense
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 16, 2021
I''ve had to skip to the end to register my annoyance about this lazy ducking stereotyping. Five seconds on Google informs me that 20% of Indians are vegetarians, but the author couldn''t be bothered to check? I know it''s a long way from Arizona, but do your homework for...See more
I''ve had to skip to the end to register my annoyance about this lazy ducking stereotyping. Five seconds on Google informs me that 20% of Indians are vegetarians, but the author couldn''t be bothered to check? I know it''s a long way from Arizona, but do your homework for godsake, basic details that are just wrong break you out of the story 😡
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5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Read it -if you''ve got this far, you have to!
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 12, 2014
I think this was a favourite one so far. While I really enjoyed Atticus'' voice, using Granuaile and Eoghan really help keep the books fresh and alive and since Granuaile in particular has her own adventures in this one, it was nice to read about them from her point of view....See more
I think this was a favourite one so far. While I really enjoyed Atticus'' voice, using Granuaile and Eoghan really help keep the books fresh and alive and since Granuaile in particular has her own adventures in this one, it was nice to read about them from her point of view. It is always clear who''s POV we''re seeing as well - a testament to the author''s skill. Eoghan brings another quality to the books as well - an older, more cynical and definitely a more basic view of things. I hope we hear more from him in future books. And he is capable of tenderness :) Loved that scene!! (Read the book and you''ll know the one I mean :)) Heart stopping moments are becoming more frequent and there were times when I wanted to punch the author, but it''s a great story and I can''t wait for the next one to be released!
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Mrs S Revill
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Good but not the best
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 28, 2021
I have enjoyed all the previous ones &love the short Oberon stories however this one hit a low patch for me in the middle although it was probably needed for the story. If you have enjoyed the ones before u will probably like this but only 4stars rather than the 5stars I...See more
I have enjoyed all the previous ones &love the short Oberon stories however this one hit a low patch for me in the middle although it was probably needed for the story. If you have enjoyed the ones before u will probably like this but only 4stars rather than the 5stars I normally expect
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