Trapped (Iron Druid Chronicles Series #5)

Trapped (Iron Druid Chronicles Series #5)

by Kevin Hearne

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After twelve years of secret training, Atticus O’Sullivan is finally ready to bind his apprentice, Granuaile, to the earth and double the number of Druids in the world. But on the eve of the ritual, the world that thought he was dead abruptly discovers that he’s still alive, and they would much rather he return to the grave.

Having no other choice, Atticus, his trusted Irish wolfhound, Oberon, and Granuaile travel to the base of Mount Olympus, where the Roman god Bacchus is anxious to take his sworn revenge—but he’ll have to get in line behind an ancient vampire, a band of dark elves, and an old god of mischief, who all seem to have KILL THE DRUID at the top of their to-do lists.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345533647
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/27/2012
Series: Iron Druid Chronicles Series , #5
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 41,894
Product dimensions: 4.36(w) x 6.72(h) x 0.87(d)

About the Author

Kevin Hearne hugs trees, pets doggies, and rocks out to heavy metal. He also thinks tacos are a pretty nifty idea. He is the author of A Plague of Giants and the New York Times bestselling series The Iron Druid Chronicles.

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Chapter 1

You know those spastic full-body twitches you get sometimes when you’re almost asleep and your muscles want to play a practical joke on your brain? You startle wide awake and immediately get pissed at your nervous system, wondering what the hell that was all about. I’ve caught myself talking to it before: “Damn it, Dude”—yes, I call my nervous system Dude, and the Dude abides—“I was almost asleep, and now you’ve slain all the sheep I was gonna count.”

What I felt as I walked on the Kaibab Plateau was kind of like that, except it was Gaia doing the spastic full-body twitch. It was more of an uncomfortable shudder that I felt through my tattoos, like when you step barefoot into the garage in winter and your nipples pucker up. But, as with those nervous muscle spasms, I got irritated about it and wondered what the hell was going on. And while I wasn’t about to go to sleep, I was about to enjoy the culmination of twelve years of training an apprentice—and, save for the first few months of it and a harrowing episode halfway through, I’d conducted it all in peace. Granuaile was finally ready to become a full Druid, and we’d been searching for a place to bind her to the earth when I felt the tremor. I shot a question to the elemental, Kaibab, in the cocktail of feelings and images they use instead of language: //Confusion / Query: What was that?//

//Confusion / Uncertainty / Fear// came the reply. That chilled me. I’d never heard confusion from an elemental before. The fear, on the other hand, was perfectly normal: Despite their awesome power, elementals are afraid of almost everything, from placer mines to land developers to bark beetles. They can be real scaredy-cats sometimes. But they’re never uncertain about what’s going on with Gaia. Stopping in my tracks and causing Granuaile and Oberon to turn and look at me quizzically, I asked Kaibab what there was to fear.

//Plane across ocean / Early death / Burning / Burning / Burning//

Well, that confused me too. Kaibab wasn’t talking about an airplane. He (or she, if Granuaile had been the one talking to the elemental) meant an entire plane of existence, a plane that was tied to earth somewhere on the other side of the globe. //Query: Which plane?//

//Name unknown / God from plane seeks you / Urgent / Query: Tell him location?//

//Query: Which god?//

The answer to that would tell me what plane was burning. There was a pause, during which time I stalled with Granuaile and Oberon. “Something’s up with Kaibab. Hold on.” They knew better than to interrupt, and they took this news as an invitation to be on their guard, which was wise. Anything worrisome to the avatar of the environment you currently occupy should rouse you to a caffeinated state of paranoia.

//God’s name: Perun// Kaibab finally said.

Almost unconsciously, I sent //Shock// in reply, because it was truly my reaction. The Slavic plane of existence was burning, perhaps even dead? How? Why? I hoped Perun would have the answers. If he sought me in hopes that I had them, we’d both be disappointed. //Yes / Tell Perun location//

I’d also like to know how Perun even knew to ask for me—did someone tell him I’d faked my death twelve years ago? There was another pause, during which I filled in Granuaile and Oberon. Thanks to Immortali-Tea, they hadn’t aged any more than I had.

<Hey, isn’t Perun that hairy guy you told me about, who can turn into an eagle?> Oberon asked.

Yep, that’s the one.

<I’ve always wondered why he doesn’t shill for shaving cream or razors with twenty-five ultrathin vibrating blades. He’d sure move a buttload of product.>

I don’t know why, but perhaps you’ll get a chance to ask him.

//He comes// Kaibab said. //Fast//

“Okay, incoming,” I said out loud.

“Incoming what, Atticus?” Granuaile asked.

“Incoming thunder god. We should move near a tree and get ready to shift away to Tír na nóg if necessary. And get the fulgurites out.” Fulgurites would protect us from lightning strikes; Perun had given them to us when Granuaile was just starting her training, but we hadn’t worn them for years, since all the thunder gods thought I was dead.

“You think Perun is going to take a shot at us?” Granuaile asked. She shrugged off her red backpack and unzipped the pouch containing the fulgurites.

“Well, no, but . . . maybe. I don’t know what’s going on, really. When in doubt, know your way out, I always say.”

“I thought you always said, ‘When in doubt, blame the dark elves.’ ”

“Well, yeah, that too.”

<I don’t think those are very practical solutions to doubt,> Oberon said. <They don’t leave you feeling satisfied. “When in doubt, eat your neighbor’s lunch” is better, because then you would at least be full.>

We stood in a meadow of bunch grass and clover. The sky washed us in cerulean blue, and the sun kissed Granuaile’s red hair with gold—mine too, I suppose. We had stopped dyeing our hair black because no one was looking for two redheads anymore. And after twelve uncomfortable years of being clean-shaven—my goatee had been distinguishable and damn difficult to dye—I was enjoying my new beard. Oberon looked as if he wanted to plop down and bask in the light for a while. Our backpacks were weighted down with camping gear that we’d bought at Peace Surplus in Flagstaff, but after Granuaile retrieved the fulgurites, we jogged over as best we could to the nearest stand of Ponderosa pine trees. I confirmed that there was a functioning tether to Tír na nóg there and then looked up for signs of Perun’s arrival.

Granuaile noticed and craned her neck upward. “What’s up there, sensei?” she wondered aloud. “I don’t see anything but sky.”

“I’m looking for Perun. I’m assuming he’s going to fly in. There, see?” I pointed to a dark streak in the northwestern sky trailed by lightning bolts. And, behind that, at a distance of perhaps five to ten miles—I couldn’t tell from so far away—burned an orange ball of fire.

Granuaile squinted. “What’s that thing that looks like the Phoenix Suns logo? Is that him?”

“No, Perun is in front of it, throwing all the lightning.”

“Oh, so what is it? A meteor or a cherub or something?”

“Or something. It doesn’t look friendly. That’s not a warm, cozy hearth fire that you gather ’round with your friends to read some Longfellow while you toast s’mores. That’s more like napalm with a heart of phosphorus and a side of hell sauce.” The lightning and the fireball were turning in the sky and heading directly our way.

<Um. Hey, Atticus, think we should try that escape route just to make sure it works?> Oberon said.

I hear ya, buddy. I’m ready to scoot too. But let’s see if we can talk to Perun first.

The sky darkened and boomed above, making everything shudder; Perun was traveling at supersonic speeds. He crashed into the meadow about fifty yards away from us, and large chunks of turf exploded around a newly formed crater. I felt the impact in my feet, and a wave of displaced air knocked me backward a bit. Before the turf could fall back to earth, a heavily muscled figure carpeted in hair bounded out of it toward us, panic writ large on his features.

“Atticus! We must flee this plane! Is not safe! Take me—save me!”

Normally thunder gods are not prone to panic. The ability to blast away problems tends to turn the jagged edges of fear into silly little pillows of insouciance. So when an utter badass like Perun looks as if he’s about to soil himself, I hope I can be forgiven if I nearly shat kine—especially when the fireball whoomped into the crater Perun had just vacated and sucked all the oxygen out of my lungs.

Granuaile ducked and shrieked in surprise; Oberon whimpered. Perun was tossed through the air toward us like a stuntman in a Michael Bay film, but, upon rolling gracefully through the landing, he leapt back up, his legs churning toward us.

Behind Perun, the fire didn’t spread but rather began to shrink and coalesce and . . . laugh. A high, thin, maniacal laugh, straight out of creepy cartoons. And the fire swirled, torus-like, around a figure twelve feet tall, until it gradually wicked out and left a lean giant with a narrow face standing fifty yards before us, his orange and yellow hair starting from his skull like a sunburst. The grin on his face wasn’t the affable, friendly sort; it was more like the sociopathic rictus of the irretrievably, bugfuckeringly insane.

His eyes were the worst. They were melted around the edges, as if they’d been burned with acid, and where a normal person would have laugh lines or crow’s-feet, he had bubbly pink scars and a nightmare of blistered tissue. The whites of his eyes were a red mist of broken blood vessels, but the irises were an ice blue frosted with madness. He blinked them savagely, as if he had soap in them or something, and soon I recognized it as a nervous tic, since his head jerked to the right at odd intervals and then continued to twitch uncertainly afterward, like a bobble-head doll.

“Go, my friend, go! We must flee!” Perun said, huffing as he reached us and putting one hand on my shoulder and another on the pine. Granuaile followed suit; she knew the drill, and so did Oberon, who reared up on his hind legs and leaned one paw against me and the other on the tree.

“Who in hell is that, Perun?” I said.

The giant laughed again and I shuddered involuntarily. His voice was smooth and fluffy, like marshmallow crème—if the crème also had shards of glass in it. But he had a thick Scandinavian accent to go with the nervous tic.

“This p-p-place—is M-Merrica, yes?”

A twitch, a stutter, and an English-language learner. He’d drive me insane just listening to him. “Yes,” I replied.

“Hah? Who? Thppt! Raah!” He spat a fire loogie and shook his head violently. Perhaps this was more than a twitch. It might be full-blown Tourette’s syndrome. Or it might be something else, as the signs all pointed to a highly unpleasant conclusion.

“Who gah, guh, gods here?” He giggled to himself after this, pleased that he’d managed to ask the question. There was a disturbingly high squealing noise coming from his head, like the sound of fat screaming in a frying pan or air slowly leaking out of a balloon. The giant rested his hands on his knees and scrunched up his shoulders in an attempt to steady his noggin, but this had the unsettling effect of turning his flamelike hair to actual flames. The noise intensified.

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Trapped (The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Five) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 123 reviews.
Skuldren More than 1 year ago
Trapped is the fifth book in the Iron Druid Chronicles. It also represents a large step forward in the timeline as Granuaile finally completes her training as a Druid. While the previous books have all focused on a particular pantheon, Trapped shifts equal light upon the Norse, the Greeks, the Romans, and the Tuatha D&eacute; Danann (the Irish gods). At first, Atticus and Granuaile have to dodge wrathful gods as they struggle to complete the binding process. But once that is completed, Atticus has to deal with his promise to the Norse gods to help them stop Hel and Ragnarok. A lot of time passes in between Tricked and Trapped. It takes Atticus twelve years to train Granuaile, and all of it happens off page. When this story kicks off, the training has already been completed and she&rsquo;s reading for the binding ceremony to seal the deal. However that time span in between books isn&rsquo;t a complete void. Readers will definitely want to check out Kevin Hearne&rsquo;s eNovella Two Ravens and One Crow as it fills in some important events halfway through he time gap. There is some cool stuff to look forward to in Trapped for long time readers. Perun, the Russian thunder god returns, as does Leif the ancient Nordic vampire. Newcomers include Loki, the Nordic dwarves and dark elves, Hermes and Mercury, as well as Theophilus, the oldest living vampire in the world. There are battles with the dark elves, Bacchus and his minions, a run in with Loki, and a full out battle in Hel against her draugar armies and her wolf brother Fenris. All of it builds up for the big show down against Loki and Hel, which is yet to come. In comparison to the other books in the series, Trapped is on par with Tricked, but falls a little short of the first three novels. There was just something about Hounded, Hexed, and Hammered that hit on a higher level. There was more laughs, action and entertainment. But Trapped still throws in some humor and enough excitement to keep things interesting. Oberon still pops in with some hilarious dialog, and I really like Granuaile&rsquo;s progression. Yet the further Granuaile progresses, the more I feel Atticus regresses. He just doesn&rsquo;t seem to be growing much as a character. He&rsquo;s still childish at times and doesn&rsquo;t think very far ahead. Of course he is 2,100 years old, so if he was going to change any as a person, he probably would have done so already. Perhaps it&rsquo;s just an odd, unavoidable circumstance. Still, I would imagine there&rsquo;s more to Atticus&rsquo; character that could be revealed, and as a reader, I&rsquo;d like to see that head somewhere. One thing that hasn&rsquo;t suffered any in the series is the crafty development of the plots, both short term and long term. There are a lot of plot threads in Trapped that get weaved around with promises of blossoming into something in the future. For instance Leif is still in the gray area between friend and foe, and Atticus predicts Leif may have an ambitious agenda of his own. The Morrigan is still playing a game against Brighid for control of the Tuatha D&eacute; Danann. Plus there is finally some movement on Atticus and Granuaile&rsquo;s love life. Meanwhile some old story threads come back to bite Attiucs on the ass in the way of dark elves and dwarves. Overall, I give Trapped a four out of five. It was an enjoyable read and entertaining addition to the series.
RangerJ19 More than 1 year ago
Kevin Hearne has an interesting protagonist, solid voice, tight pacing, and excellent writing skills. His Iron Druid novels were the subjects of my final senior literary criticism paper for my English degree at the local university! I and my conservative friends really enjoyed the first four books of the series despite their almost abusively left-wing worldview. Hearne is just that witty. But with this novel I think Hearne rushed it into production too fast. This one tries to do too much with too little build-up. We've got the romance with his apprentice that hasn't had any gravitas. There's never been a real tension between them. No internal conflicts ever threatened their relationship, so we've never seen it grow. As such there's much less payoff on their eventual couple status than even a mediocre sparkly-vampire romance I could name! That same rush-to-resolution feeling pervades the novels. This installment is packed full of genuine Hearne genius. There are inventive ideas, great concepts, and they're all machine-gunned through so quickly I had no time to savor any of them. This book would have done better with one of three things: 1] expanding the novel to about 2x its current size 2] postponing some of the ideas for a later book 3] (and what I think really ought to have happened) this story is so epic, packed with ideas, and critical to the novel that it should have been two or even three books to tell the same story. But because of the content-overload even an amazing writer like Hearne has little opportunity than to follow plot formulae. He just doesn't have the room to be fancy or draw out any of the really excellent and entertaining ideas. Pity. I'll probably give the next book in the series a try, but for the first time in the Iron Druid series, I'm a bit disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not quite up to snuff as far as Iron Druid Chronicles go. The story seemed mashed together, and a lot of the interaction between the two main characters was jilted, and not believable. Not Hearne's best.
bunnygirl64 More than 1 year ago
Heh...that is about all i can say. No wait, let down...that is what i feel, i feel let down with this one. It starts out really slow, picks up a little, gets real interesting towards the last 30 pages then just falls flat with a HUGE splat, I love how Granuaile gets fleshed out and developed, the same Oberon BUT Atticus, he sort of becomes a secondary character in his own story! I eagerly awaited the release of the book (wont go into the hassle I had getting it since I pre-ordered it etc etc) and feel real let down. When I finished it left me with the feeling that the next book maybe the last...either this is the last book he is writing in the series OR it wil be the last book I prchase in this series
BookwormReflects More than 1 year ago
After twelve years of training Granuaile is finally ready to become a full-fledged druid. The only problem is Granuaile and Atticus must travel to the base of Mount Olympus so that he can bind her to the earth and finish the ritual. The problem being the Roman God Bacchus has sworn to take his revenge on Atticus. Bacchus is not the only one who is out for Atticus&rsquo; blood though, Loki the God of Mischief, An Ancient Vampire, and a group of Dark Elves are all on the hunt to kill the druid before he can complete the task. I was actually sent an advanced copy of this book for review, but about ten percent through I knew I had to use one of my precious audible credits and get the audio book. Luke Daniels has done an amazing job with this audio series and it has by far become my favorite to listen to. The story itself is so much fun, from the beginning Atticus is thrown into another instance where his mouth has brought doom upon his head. With excellent comedic timing both by Kevin Hearne and through the narration of Luke Daniels along with the fast paced action this is a great read. If you are a fan of any mythology Kevin Hearne has you covered this entire series covers ancient Gods from Norse to Christian each with their own unique personality that the author has brought to life in a remarkable way and Luke Daniels furthers this with his dramatization. The only thing I didn&rsquo;t like was that Luke Daniels changed the voice of Atticus&rsquo; mentor whom he frequently has arguments with inside his mind, this book he wasn&rsquo;t as high pitched and sounded much more serious than he has in the previous books, not bad just not as funny. This is by far one of the best audio book series and one of the best story lines I have come across I cannot wait to see where Kevin Hearne will take us next.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The continuation of this is series is much like reading Jim Butcher: You just don't want it to end, and putting it down is almost unthought of. Stop reading this, read this series!
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InvestedIvana More than 1 year ago
I am having a ball reading the Iron Druid Chronicles by Kevin Hearne. Being a fan of cultures, I’ve always liked stories of the Celtic, Greek, Roman, and Norse pantheons, so it’s fun to see them all come to life and interact in the petty and political ways they do in the myths. However, I have to admit that I struggled with Trapped. I’ve read it twice and just didn’t get caught up in it as much as I have the others. I’m not sure why, exactly. Maybe I miss the bookstore, Hal, and the Widow MacDounagh. Maybe it’s because Atticus, Granuaile, and Oberon spend the book running from place to place so the story never feels “settled.” Maybe it’s because I just want to smack Atticus upside the head for being a dufus. In Trapped, LOTS of people come gunning for Atticus: Baccus, the svartálfar, a contingent of greek vampires, Artemis and Diana, Loki and Hel. In every case, Atticus is being hunted because of something stupid he did in the past. One would think that after living SO long, one would learn how to take the long view of things. But nooo. Not Atticus O’Sullivan, last of the druids. Atticus is NOT the last of the druids by the end of the book, thank goodness. After twelve years, Granuaile finally becomes a full druid and does she ever kick ass! I think Granuaile is my new hero. Because I could, I jumped right into Hunted and I’m already caught up in that one pretty hard. Now I’m just hoping my favorite redheads both come out of their latest predicament alive. I did notice that Granuaile is NOT on the cover of Hunted! 8-O Purchased. Review courtesy of | one book, two reviews.
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Love the iron druid
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It a really good mix of adventure and mythology
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Can not access the content. I can open the nook book, but it is empty All of the pages are empty!
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I think that every book gets better!! I love this series. And loved Granuailles part in this one ...I cant wait until they get a poodle for Oberon. :)
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