The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book 1
by Kevin Hearne
genre: new adult, urban fantasy, epic fantasy
Urban fantasy meets epic fantasy in an interesting mix of old world meets new. Atticus O’Sullivan is a 2100 year old druid who lives in Arizona. He runs an occult book shop, uses phrases like “ape shit” and “I’m not the druid you’re looking for,” while occasionally using Shakespearean slang. He consorts with vampires, werewolves, and goddesses but HATES witches.
Read the full review to find out if I’ll be purchasing the second book in The Iron Druid Chronicles, or returning the first one to Audible.
Synopsis from Goodreads
Atticus O’Sullivan, last of the Druids, lives peacefully in Arizona, running an occult bookshop and shape-shifting in his spare time to hunt with his Irish wolfhound. His neighbors and customers think that this handsome, tattooed Irish dude is about twenty-one years old—when in actuality, he’s twenty-one centuries old. Not to mention: He draws his power from the earth, possesses a sharp wit, and wields an even sharper magical sword known as Fragarach, the Answerer.
Unfortunately, a very angry Celtic god wants that sword, and he’s hounded Atticus for centuries. Now the determined deity has tracked him down, and Atticus will need all his power—plus the help of a seductive goddess of death, his vampire and werewolf team of attorneys, a sexy bartender possessed by a Hindu witch, and some good old-fashioned luck of the Irish—to kick some Celtic arse and deliver himself from evil.
Laugh out loud funny. The banter between Atticus and his Irish Wolfhound Oberon reminded me of Skeeve and Ahz in Another Fine Myth by Robert Asprin. While a far cry from the naive youth, Skeeve, both are magic wielders with a temper, especially when a pet is in danger. Both have a weakness for beautiful women and more than once it gets them into trouble.
To my surprise, Oberon was my favorite character. I almost always like the pet, but Oberon was so well personified and his dialogue charming or witty that I fell in love with him almost instantly. Unlike Gleep (from Another Fine Myth), Oberon can talk with the aid of telepathy and even has a snarky side which was amusing and refreshing.
I’m tentatively calling it a “new adult” novel. This is a relatively recent genre describing books that are somewhere between adult and young adult. There’s nudity, violence, and after sex pillow talk, enough that I wouldn’t call it young adult, but not enough for me to slap an R rating on it. However I do suggest headphones if you’re listening to the audio book because there are a few things that would be awkward if overheard out of context.
While I won’t be pouncing on the next book right away, I was very happy to discover Kevin Hearne and look forward to reading more of his work soon.
5 out of 5 stars.