Scourged (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #10)

by Kevin Hearne

Me skills with nuances are often limited to being just aware enough of their existence to know that I’m probably missing them.

People sitting at home or in pubs or airports or even car rental agencies would soon be able to watch some hapless journalist planted in front of howling madness saying, “As you can see from the utter batshit unfolding behind me, the situation is pretty dire, and I can’t believe my boss sent me into the middle of this insanity. That’s it. I bloody quit.”

<Most humans I’ve seen wear something to cover up their middle. Why do they do that? Is it because you have a smaller patch of fur there and a tiny snake living in it?> That’s not a tiny snake. <Pretty sure it’s not a big snake.>

The last demon looks like an angry avocado that’s sworn to get revenge for all the world’s guacamole,

I can’t explain wanton cheesesteak abuse any more than I can explain why some people watch other people fishing on television. Those are inexplicable mysteries.