Shattered (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #7)

by Kevin Hearne

Also, along the way, there may have been some talk of poodles and sausages.

“They’ve covered up the earth, Siodhachan!”

<Best human. Love Granuaile.>

Adorable

<I think life is like a ham bone if you live it right. You enjoy it and then you bury it when you’re finished. If you don’t enjoy it and you let it go to waste, you still have to bury it, so you might as well savor everything you can.> That’s truth.

fecking plumbing!

It’s taken me a while to figure out what to call Siodhachan in this new language, but I think I have it figured out: He’s a bullshit salesman.

Achievement unlocked: I have learned yeti slang.

<Granuaile sad? No need. I love you.>

It’s flashy and indicates that he might belong to a tribe of modern men that Siodhachan told me about called the Douchebags.

This is reassuring to me. Amidst all the fancy plastic and unnatural materials of the modern world, some things still endure. Goat shenanigans are still fecking funny.

“No, he represents a character from one of my favorite stories. A handsome fictional man. On several occasions, a beautiful redhead tells him what I have written there.” “What do the words say?” “They say, ‘You know nothing, Jon Snow.’ ”

Damn. Filthy godses are tricksy, Precious.

<Okay, Granuaile. I will stay and wait. Sad you have no time with your mother. But you can have all my time.>

:')

Failure is rarely a conscious decision and it’s often out of our control, determined by things like physics and circumstance and other people. What we can always control, however, is our reaction to failure.

<Hey, Clever Girl, you look different. Are you okay?> “I’ll be fine, Oberon. Thanks for noticing.” <I was going to say something earlier, but a brisket hung in the balance. You understand.>

To be rooted is to say, here am I nourished and here will I grow, for I have found a place where every sunrise shows me how to be more than what I was yesterday, and I need not wander to feel the wonder of my blessing.