Hunted (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #6)

by Kevin Hearne

Missing people in our lives are like wounds we reopen with thoughts.

For all its manifold beauties, the world is never so fine once someone you love leaves it; instead, there is only the bleak prospect of loneliness and might-have-beens.

Aside from cutting off her head, though, I didn’t really mean to kill her.”

He removed himself from our sight, only to be replaced by a large man in a black beret with hyper-aggressive muttonchops. They were imperial expansionist chops, threatening to leap from his face onto mine and colonize it for the glory of a fill-in-the-blank god and monarch.

He dropped it onto the table and hauled his muttonchops away before they could execute an airdrop and establish a beachhead on my jaw.

<My nether regions have emigrated to my core and might never return. Maybe they’ll send me a postcard.>

He smiled and gave me a manly hug, which felt like being wrapped up in a throw rug and stomped on.