God sødag og velkommen til nye smakebiter!
Jeg glemte dessverre å lage smakebiter i går kveld, så da måtte jeg gjøre dem nå, tidlig på morgenen. Håper det går bra. I går kveld leste jeg til det var på tide å hoppe i sengen. Jeg har dratt frem en ny favorittserie, denne heter The Iron Druid Chronicles og er skevet av Kevin Hearne. Serien er på 10 bøker, pluss noen små kindle noveller innimellom. De har jeg også kjøpt, så jeg skal prøve å få lest alt som hører til. Jeg har skrevet om de første seks bøkene her: Først Hounded, Hexed og Hammared sammen, og så Tricked og Trapped sammen, så Hunted alene, Resten av serien er Shattered, Staked, Besieged og Scourged.
Bak på den første boka; Hounded står det: Atticus O’Sullivan, last of the Druids, lives peacefully in Arizona, running an occult bookshop and shape-shifting in his spare time to hunt with his Irish wolfhound. His neighbors and customers think that this handsome, tattooed Irish dude is about twenty-one years old—when in actuality, he’s twenty-one centuries old. Not to mention: He draws his power from the earth, possesses a sharp wit, and wields an even sharper magical sword known as Fragarach, the Answerer.
Unfortunately, a very angry Celtic god wants that sword, and he’s hounded Atticus for centuries. Now the determined deity has tracked him down, and Atticus will need all his power—plus the help of a seductive goddess of death, his vampire and werewolf team of attorneys, a bartender possessed by a Hindu witch, and some good old-fashioned luck of the Irish—to kick some Celtic arse and deliver himself from evil.
Atticus (druiden) møter nye guder fra andre troslærer etterhvert, men starter med den irske (celtiske). Siden han der kjenner mange av gudene personlig. Han er etterhvert også borti den greske, romerske, norrøne, japanske osv gudelæren. Og strort sett er det noen som vil bli kvitt ham.
Smakebiten er fra samme bok:
Monty Python is like catnip for nerds. Once you get them started quoting it, they are constitutionally incapable of feeling depressed.
Ye know what me Sean used to say, God rest his soul? He said, ‘A friend will help ye move, Katie, but a really good friend will help ye move a body.
Monty Python is like catnip for nerds. Once you get them started quoting it, they are constitutionally incapable of feeling depressed.




Atticus O’Sullivan has been running for two thousand years and he’s a bit tired of it. After he stole a magical sword from the Tuatha Dé Danann in a first century battle, some of them were furious and gave chase, and some were secretly amused that a Druid had the cheek to defy them. As the centuries passed and Atticus remained an annoyingly long-lived fugitive, those who were furious only grew more so, while others began to aid him in secret. Now he’s living in Tempe, Arizona, the very last of the Druids, far from where the Fae can easily find him. It’s a place where many paranormals have decided to hide from the troubles of the Old World—from an Icelandic vampire holding a grudge against Thor to a coven of Polish witches who ran from the German Blitzkrieg. Unfortunately, the very angry Celtic god who wants that sword has tracked him down, and Atticus will need all his power, plus the help of a seductive g
oddess of death, a sexy bartender possessed by a Hindu witch, and some good, old-fashioned luck of the Irish to kick some arse and deliver himself from evil.
d det er å drepe den norrøne guden Tor.