Hammered (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #3)

by Kevin Hearne

my acute case of Smug turned to a gibbering case of Oh, Shit! I believe that’s a bona fide psychological term; if it isn’t, it should be.

“You’re coming back, sensei. I don’t need to know this.” “Don’t be silly. There’s a distinct possibility you will need to know. The existence of the universe is living proof that shit happens. Now, pay attention.”

“Oh noes, kitteh haz major angriez!”

I have salted my hatred and cured it, stored it in a dark cellar of my mind against the day when I could let it be my only nourishment.

Wisdom eludes me yet, but foolishness I captured long ago and to this day it is my constant companion, though many people consider me wise.

rule number one of committing naughty shit is that you don’t take ID with you.