Hounded (with two bonus short stories): Book One of The Iron Druid Chronicles

by Kevin Hearne

“That sword,” he said, pointing at me with his own, “is the rightful property of the Tuatha Dé Danann. You cannot escape me now except by begging for mercy. Drop the sword and fall to your knees.” <This guy is an epic douche. Kick his shiny ass, Atticus,> Oberon said. I compartmentalized his comment and resolved to enjoy it later. I glared at this would-be usurper and said in my most authoritative voice, “Aenghus Óg, you have broken Druidic law by killing the land around us and opening a gate to hell, unleashing demons on this plane. I judge you guilty and sentence you to death.” <Amen, Atticus! Testify!> Aenghus snorted in derision. “Druidic law doesn’t apply here.” “Druidic law applies wherever I walk, and you know this.” “You have no authority to enforce your law upon me.” “My authority is here.” I waved Fragarach and tapped its power to send a gust of wind at Aenghus. I only meant to intimidate him with its creepiness, but I must have put too much of my anger behind it, because the gust was so powerful it blew him backward onto his silver-plated derriere.