Shattered (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #7)

by Kevin Hearne

Owen coughed once and his eyes watered. “Oh, thank the gods below,” he said, putting down the pint glass. “My people aren’t completely lost.”

Me when i see my sister watch anime

<Oh. Well, in my defense, I’m adorable.>

This is why there are no bad dogs

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

And apparently growing well

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

American idiot plays

I suppose, when I see such things, that he’s done me proud. But he’s also done some other things so stupid that if all the other Druids weren’t already dead I’d have to kill them before they blamed me for it.

Ah parenthood

You get a hound and people always want to pet them. I’m going to get a monkey and let it throw shite at people. They’ll clear the feck out of me way right quick.”

His old bastard attitude gives me life

But he pointed out that I can make their magic technology work without understanding exactly how it works, and this is largely how people function now. That idea—the idea that you can use magic without knowing how it works—is fundamentally different from how Druids do things.

I mean honestly true. We have no idea how to build these things in our world. We got the power without working for it.

I am beginning to think that much of what these people are doing in the name of convenience might be dangerous also. Magic does not happen free of cost.

And that applies to everything. And it will probably kill us all

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

Oof

One of the things Siodhachan told me to expect after meeting the fox lady from Japan was a greater range of skin tones and bone structures than I was used to seeing in the old days. He was nervous about it, like he expected me to disapprove of the way Gaia had created people.

Here we see the ancients 50 steps above modern people

<No, I want you to do it the way they do it in Japan. I am Sirius Oberon. But they can just call me Oberon.>

The weeb dog

“What?” I have been called many things but never an influence on martial arts. The idea was so novel that I stopped scrubbing in surprise. <I mean he invented new stuff and nobody could beat him. You made up that amulet and no one can beat you.>

I mean that is going to revolutionize druidry

<No, I want you to cook and let me coach you on the taste.

The dream relationship

“An ignoranus,” Manannan explains, “is someone who’s both stupid and an arsehole.”

The definition always doubles down

Now that we’re in 2022, fewer than a hundred bottles are left in existence.

Only one more year of that being futuristic

carrying a sword so huge that it rightly belonged in the pages of manga.

I love the anime refrences

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. And when you are rooted, defending that space ceases to be an obligation or a duty and becomes more of a desire.

Sounds like a good life