The Iron Druid Chronicles Starter Pack 3-Book Bundle: Hounded, Hexed, Hammered

The Iron Druid Chronicles Starter Pack 3-Book Bundle: Hounded, Hexed, Hammered

by Kevin Hearne
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The Iron Druid Chronicles Starter Pack 3-Book Bundle: Hounded, Hexed, Hammered by Kevin Hearne

With a sly blend of fantasy, humor, and paranormal adventure, Kevin Hearne is the trickster god of action-packed mash-ups. In The Iron Druid Chronicles, Atticus O’Sullivan is a folk hero for the twenty-first century, battling legendary beasts, shadowy mystics, and demonic demigods from around the world. Now get Hounded, Hexed, and Hammered all at once in this eBook bundle, a triple dose of mayhem straight out of Hearne’s genre-smashing imagination.

This ebook edition includes a special preview of Kevin Hearne’s upcoming novel A Plague of Giants, as well as two bonus short stories set in the world of The Iron Druid Chronicles: “Clan Rathskeller” and the eBook exclusive “Kaibab Unbound.”

HOUNDED

Atticus O’Sullivan, last of the Druids, lives peacefully in Tempe, Arizona, running an occult bookshop and shape-shifting in his spare time. A handsome, tattooed Irish dude, he looks like he’s about twenty-one years old—actually, he’s twenty-one centuries old and he wields a magical sword known as Fragarach, the Answerer. Unfortunately, a very angry Celtic god wants that sword, and now Atticus will need all his power—plus the help of a seductive goddess of death, his vampire and werewolf team of attorneys, and a sexy bartender possessed by a Hindu witch—to kick some Celtic arse and deliver himself from evil.

HEXED

Atticus doesn’t care much for witches, but he’s about to make nice with the local coven when suddenly the witch population in Tempe quadruples overnight. And the new girls are not just bad, they’re badasses with a dark history on the German side of World War II. But with a fallen angel feasting on local students, a horde of Bacchants blowing in from Vegas, and a dangerously sexy Celtic goddess of fire vying for his attention, Atticus is having trouble scheduling the witch hunt.

HAMMERED

Thor, the Norse god of thunder, is a blowhard and a bully, and Viking vampire Leif Helgarson has asked his friend Atticus for help taking down this Norse nightmare. As a rule, Atticus generally tries to stay away from the guy with the lightning bolts. Soon, though, Atticus and Leif are off to the plane of Asgard, where they team up with a werewolf, a sorcerer, and an army of frost giants for an epic showdown against vicious Valkyries, angry gods, and the hammer-wielding Thunder Thug himself.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345535481
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 03/05/2012
Series: Iron Druid Chronicles Series
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 976
Sales rank: 151,213
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Kevin Hearne is a native of Arizona and really appreciates whoever invented air-conditioning. He graduated from Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff and now teaches high school English. When he’s not grading essays or writing novels, he tends to his basil plants and paints landscapes with his daughter. He has been known to obsess over fonts, frolic unreservedly with dogs, and stop whatever he’s doing in the rare event of rain to commune with the precipitation. He enjoys hiking, the guilty pleasure of comic books, and living with his wife and daughter in a wee, snug cottage.

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Chapter 1
 
There are many perks to living for twenty-one centuries, and foremost among them is bearing witness to the rare birth of genius. It invariably goes like this: Someone shrugs off the weight of his cultural traditions, ignores the baleful stares of authority, and does something his countrymen think to be completely batshit insane. Of those, Galileo was my personal favorite. Van Gogh comes in second, but he really was batshit insane.
 
Thank the Goddess I don’t look like a guy who met Galileo—or who saw Shakespeare’s plays when they first debuted or rode with the hordes of Genghis Khan. When people ask how old I am, I just tell them twenty-one, and if they assume I mean years instead of decades or centuries, then that can’t be my fault, can it? I still get carded, in fact, which any senior citizen will tell you is immensely flattering.
 
The young-Irish-lad façade does not stand me in good stead when I’m trying to appear scholarly at my place of business—I run an occult bookshop with an apothecary’s counter squeezed in the corner—but it has one outstanding advantage. When I go to the grocery store, for example, and people see my curly red hair, fair skin, and long goatee, they suspect that I play soccer and drink lots of Guinness. If I’m going sleeveless and they see the tattoos all up and down my right arm, they assume I’m in a rock band and smoke lots of weed. It never enters their mind for a moment that I could be an ancient Druid—and that’s the main reason why I like this look. If I grew a white beard and got myself a pointy hat, oozed dignity and sagacity and glowed with beatitude, people might start to get the wrong—or the right—idea.
 
Sometimes I forget what I look like and I do something out of character, such as sing shepherd tunes in Aramaic while I’m waiting in line at Starbucks, but the nice bit about living in urban America is that people tend to either ignore eccentrics or move to the suburbs to escape them.
That never would have happened in the old days. People who were different back then got burned at the stake or stoned to death. There is still a downside to being different today, of course, which is why I put so much effort into blending in, but the downside is usually just harassment and discrimination, and that is a vast improvement over dying for the common man’s entertainment.
 
Living in the modern world contains quite a few vast improvements like that. Most old souls I know think the attraction of modernity rests on clever ideas like indoor plumbing and sunglasses. But for me, the true attraction of America is that it’s practically godless. When I was younger and dodging the Romans, I could hardly walk a mile in Europe without stepping on a stone sacred to some god or other. But out here in Arizona, all I have to worry about is the occasional encounter with Coyote, and I actually rather like him. (He’s nothing like Thor, for one thing, and that right there means we’re going to get along fine. The local college kids would describe Thor as a “major asshat” if they ever had the misfortune to meet him.)
 
Even better than the low god density in Arizona is the near total absence of faeries. I don’t mean those cute winged creatures that Disney calls “fairies”; I mean the Fae, the Sidhe, the actual descendants of the Tuatha Dé Danann, born in Tír na nÓg, the land of eternal youth, each one of them as likely to gut you as hug you. They don’t dig me all that much, so I try to settle in places they can’t reach very easily. They have all sorts of gateways to earth in the Old World, but in the New World they need oak, ash, and thorn to make the journey, and those trees don’t grow together too often in Arizona. I have found a couple of likely places, like the White Mountains near the border with New Mexico and a riparian area near Tucson, but those are both over a hundred miles away from my well-paved neighborhood near the university in Tempe. I figured the chances of the Fae entering the world there and then crossing a treeless desert to look for a rogue Druid were extremely small, so when I found this place in the late nineties, I decided to stay until the locals grew suspicious.
 
It was a great decision for more than a decade. I set up a new identity, leased some shop space, hung out a sign that said THIRD EYE BOOKS AND HERBS (an allusion to Vedic and Buddhist beliefs, because I thought a Celtic name would bring up a red flag to those searching for me), and bought a small house within easy biking distance.
 
I sold crystals and Tarot cards to college kids who wanted to shock their Protestant parents, scores of ridiculous tomes with “spells” in them for lovey-dovey Wiccans, and some herbal remedies for people looking to make an end run around the doctor’s office. I even stocked extensive works on Druid magic, all of them based on Victorian revivals, all of them utter rubbish, and all vastly entertaining to me whenever I sold any of them. Maybe once a month I had a serious magical customer looking for a genuine grimoire, stuff you don’t mess with or even know about until you’re fairly accomplished. I did much more of my rare book business via the Internet—another vast improvement of modern times.
 
But when I set up my identity and my place of business, I did not realize how easy it would be for someone else to find me by doing a public-records search on the Internet. The idea that any of the Old Ones would even try it never occurred to me—I thought they’d try to scry me or use other methods of divination, but never the Internet—so I was not as careful in choosing my name as I should have been. I should have called myself John Smith or something utterly sad and plain like that, but my pride would not let me wear a Christian name. So I used O’Sullivan, the Anglicized version of my real surname, and for everyday usage I employed the decidedly Greek name of Atticus. A supposedly twenty-one-year-old O’Sullivan who owned an occult bookstore and sold extremely rare books he had no business knowing about was enough information for the Fae to find me, though.
 
On a Friday three weeks before Samhain, they jumped me in front of my shop when I walked outside to take a lunch break. A sword swished below my knees without so much as a “Have at thee!” and the arm swinging it pulled its owner off balance when I jumped over it. I crunched a quick left elbow into his face as he tried to recover, and that was one faery down, four to go.
 
Thank the Gods Below for paranoia. I classified it as a survival skill rather than a neurotic condition; it was a keen knife’s edge, sharpened for centuries against the grindstone of People Who Want to Kill Me. It was what made me wear an amulet of cold iron around my neck, and cloak my shop not only with iron bars, but also with magical wards designed to keep out the Fae and other undesirables. It was what made me train in unarmed combat and test my speed against vampires, and what had saved me countless times from thugs like these.
 
Perhaps thug is too heavy a word for them; it connotes an abundance of muscle tissue and a profound want of intellect. These lads didn’t look as if they had ever hit the gym or heard of anabolic steroids. They were lean, ropy types who had chosen to disguise themselves as cross-country runners, bare-chested and wearing nothing but maroon shorts and expensive running shoes. To any passerby it would look as if they were trying to beat me up with brooms, but that was just a glamour they had cast on their weapons. The pointy parts were in the twigs, so if I was unable to see through their illusions, I would have been fatally surprised when the nice broom stabbed my vitals. Since I could see through faerie glamours, I noticed that two of my remaining four assailants carried spears, and one of them was circling around to my right. Underneath their human guises, they looked like the typical faery—that is, no wings, scantily clad, and kind of man-pretty like Orlando Bloom’s Legolas, the sort of people you see in salon product advertisements. The ones with spears stabbed at me simultaneously from the sides, but I slapped the tips away with either wrist so that they thrust past me to the front and back. Then I lunged inside the guard of the one to the right and clotheslined him with a forearm to his throat. Tough to breathe through a crushed windpipe. Two down now; but they were quick and deft, and their dark eyes held no gleam of mercy.
 

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
These books are soooooo addicting. I can't stop reading them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't usually read 'Fantasy' genre books and had purchased this bundle on a whim. I am so glad I did! Kevin Hearne's writing pulls the reader into his story and takes them along on a great adventure. I have read all 6 of the main books and the "side stories" as well. I am looking forward the next book so I can spend more time with Atticus, Granuaile and of course Oberon!.
Openbooksociety_dot_com More than 1 year ago
This Series is at the Top of My 'To Read' List! Review brought to you by OBS staff member Verushka The Iron Druid Chronicles is a series by author Kevin Hearne, and one of the very few I’ve found that has a male protagonist. I confess when I picked up this title, I was extremely tired of what has become the standard fare in the urban fantasy genre – female protagonist, clad (or almost) in leather, with a tattoo or weapon in hand on the cover, and more often than not a love interest that she may, or may not like. So, like Simon Green’s books are, this title was a breath of fresh air for me. Atticus O’Sullivan is a 2100 year old druid and the last of his kind. He lives and owns a bookstore in Arizona, the kind likely to be filled with books on Wicca, as much as Buddhism, with a side business of an apocathary where he blends teas for his customers. That some of the teas might contain some Druid-healing herbs is something he doesn’t share. All in all, you wouldn’t give him another glance if you passed him on the street, unless as the covers of these book show, you have a serious crush on Alex Pettyfer lookalikes. When the first book opens, we are introduced to Atticus, as well as the various Celtic Gods he happens to pray and interact with – Morrigan, Birghid, Bres, and the thorn in his side for the past 2100 years, Aenghus Og, the Celtic God of Love. Despite the title, Aenghus does anything but spread love. Atticus, unfortunately, is on said God’s bad side because he stole a sword Aenghus had bequeathed to a long ago Irish King. The king happened to lose said sword in a battle, and which Atticus picked up. As a result, he’s been running and hiding ever since. When the sword is capable of forcing people to tell the truth, among other nice talents, it’s worth hiding out in an effort to keep it. The first book in this series begins with Aenghus has finally decided to move against Atticus in an effort to regain the sword, for the benefit of his own dealings with other Gods. Finally tired of running, Atticus stands his ground and goes to battle with Aenghus and his minions. This is a tale of Atticus trying to weave his way through double-talk and double-crossings of his Godesses, each out for their own ends, and a witches coven he thought were his allies, after a fashion. Instead he finds them trying to manipulate him for Aenghus’ ends, and more double-crosses are revealed, the culmination of which is a battle with Aenghus, with the town’s werewolf pack at his back. Did I mention that his lawyer during the day happens to be a werewolf, and his lawyer at night happens to be a vampire? And yes, Atticus is likely to get into trouble day or night to need them. I have to confess I am restraining myself from writing: Go read this now! Go read every Iron Druid title NOW – the books are just that good, that funny and much better than so many other titles out there today. The first in the series, Hounded, is an excellent beginning, tying Atticus’ introduction to readers to the very thing that has shaped him over his lifetime – the theft of the sword, and his fight with Aenghus. (cont) For the FULL review and more visit openbooksociety dot com
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Glad this was bundled. Awesome!
KDHGA More than 1 year ago
This is the first three books of the series, with a couple of stories added. This series is an interesting and original take on the urban magic user paradigm, in the vein of the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. Well written with plenty of action. And a talking dog! What's not to love?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read a short story by the Author - That was all it took and I sunk my teeth into a new world. Full of rich characters, solid plot lines, and a razor wit complimented with comedy. This was a real joy to read.
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Excellent read. A mix of Harry Dresden and Nicholas Flammel. A mix between Harry Dresden and Nicholas Flammel
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Really liked these books. I got bogged down with all the extra characters in hammered, but the next books make up for it. :)
T_and_E_Teacher More than 1 year ago
Best stuff I've read in a very long time. I read many books annually and I can't praise these works enough. Congratulations Mr. Hearne and to all the folks conspiring with you. Keep em' coming please.
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PolarGator More than 1 year ago
My wife and I were recommended this series as we were out to dinner and we both enjoyed all of the books. I feel that the series title should include reference to Oberon as he brings out the best in the Iron Druid Atticus. Loved how the author has his own take on the mythos behind all the powers that be. Comedy and Drama throughout all of the stories make this something that you can get caught up in and before you realize it, half the night has passed and you still need to go to work in the morning with not as much sleep as you might have liked.
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Snipe More than 1 year ago
It is a nice refreshing serries. Get it and jump right in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome series. About to read #4
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