Hammered (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #3)

by Kevin Hearne

The crease deepened. “Hold on a moment. They sound like assholes.” I blinked, uncertain I’d heard him correctly. “I beg your pardon?” Jesus grimaced and pointed at his head. “It’s this tiny human brain—I have to have a filing system for all this information or I can’t keep track of it all. It sounds like these guys would be filed under Assholes Who Do Evil Shit in My Name.” “Jesus. I mean, wow. That’s the name of one of your files?” “One of my largest, unfortunately. But I have it broken down into subfolders. Here we are. Assholes Who Think They’re Entitled to Judge and Kill People in My Name.”

“You build and do not destroy; you sow goodwill and reap it; smiles bloom in the wake of your passing, and I will keep your kindness in trust and share it as occasion arises, so that your life will be a quenching draught of calm in a land of drought and stress.”

“You spoke too soon and with entirely too much sarcasm,” she said. “We could have parted with a kiss. Remember that.