Hexed (The Iron Druid Chronicles #2)

by Kevin Hearne

“No kidding? Tell Jesus I said hi, and we should have a beer next time he’s in the neighborhood.”

A morbid thought wandered into my consciousness and said hello: If Basasael ate my dumb Druid ass, would the Morrigan be able to bring me back fully functional, resurrected from—what? Angel poop? That raised another question, at once metaphysical and profane: Do angels, fallen or otherwise, have assholes?

Douglas Adams was right: There is nothing so massively useful in the universe as a towel.

“Wow,” I said. “It’s just like my garage, except with extra overkill.”

“Where on earth did you get RPGs?” “Garage sale across the street,” I said.