Shattered (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #7)

by Kevin Hearne

Fear ignores the pace of modernity.”

The garden of sarcasm is watered with impatience, and mine chose that moment to bloom.

“Sharing is caring.” “Unlike most American voters, I have built up an immunity to rhyming slogans.”

I suspect that many of us, if given the chance to make one person in our lives love us more, would have no trouble in choosing where to point a finger. We are all needy, all vulnerable, all terrified that perhaps that person has an excellent reason to withhold affection. We shape our purposes to make ourselves worthy and often do not see until much later how it was love—or perhaps the lack of it—that both picked us up and dropped us off at crossroads.

I have nothing against salami itself. It is best to know when to keep your salami in your pants and when to pull it out, however, and even my priests have had some difficulty with that issue.

Whoever said that dead men tell no tales never spent Samhain with Druids.