Hexed (The Iron Druid Chronicles #2)

by Kevin Hearne

Turns out that when you kill a god, people want to talk to you.

But, most notably, other gods, who want to first congratulate you on your achievement, second warn you not to try such shenanigans on them, and finally suggest that you try to slay one of their rivals—purely as a shenanigan, of course.

But everyone—at least, it sure seemed like everyone—wanted me to slay Thor as soon as I had a free moment. The whole world was tired of his shenanigans, I guess.

Demons smell like ass—nasty ass that slithers down your throat, finds your gag reflex, and sits on it with authority.

Boulevard.” <Ever notice how Apache Boulevard is a lot like Mos Eisley? “You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.”>

I like knowing secrets like that, and I admit that when I’m all alone in the shop sometimes, I rub my hands together greedily and laugh like a one-eyed, black-mustached pirate to think that I have a bona fide treasure map locked up in my cabinet.

<Can I have a treat for using “fetishistically” in a sentence?>

“Cool. This is so fucking cool.” “Reverence and awe?” I prodded her gently. “I meant to say this blessed mystery fills my soul with light.”

“You killed my father,” he snorted in a basso profundo rumble. “Prepare to die!” “Inigo Montoya? Is that you?” For