Shattered (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #7)

by Kevin Hearne

“Then they must be pretty stupid, am I right?” “Some of them are,” I admitted. “Mostly the ones who don’t read. But the advantage of books is that any knowledge is readily available to anyone. People who are currently ignorant of something can educate themselves at any time, on their own schedule, and the books never rap them on the head with an oak staff and tell them they’re cocking it up again.”

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.

“I know I’m a proper bastard, Siodhachan, but that’s only because I’m not afraid to speak unpleasant truths.

“If you’re not being sarcastic,” he says, “you neglected to tell me that last part. Ever.” I shrug my shoulders. “It’s why nobody ever liked me. I always forgot to speak the pleasant truths.”

and if I’m going to speak an unpleasant truth, I should probably begin by telling meself to stop being such a raging arsehole all the time and remember what it is to be kind.