Informationen zum Autor 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. Klappentext "For nearly two thousand years, only one Druid has walked the Earth --Atticus O'Sullivan. Now he's got company. Atticus's apprentice Granuaile is at last a full Druid herself. What's more, Atticus has defrosted an archdruid long ago frozen in time, a father figure (of sorts) who now goes by the modern equivalent of his old Irish name: Owen Kennedy. And Owen has some catching up to do. The jury's still out on whether the wily old coot will be an asset in the epic battle with Loki - or merely a pain in the arse. But Atticus isn't the only one with daddy issues. Granuaile faces a great challenge: to exorcise a sorcerer's spirit that is possessing her father in India. As the trio of Druids deals with pestilence-spreading demons, bacon-loving yeti, fierce flying foxes, and frenzied Fae, they're hoping that this time, three's a charm"-- Leseprobe Chapter 1 Few things trigger old memories so quickly as authority figures from our youth. I'm not saying those memories are necessarily good ones; they're simply old and tend to cast us back into roles we thought we grew out of long ago. Sometimes the memories are warm and blanket us like a mother's love. More often, however, they have the sting of hoarfrost, which bites at first, then numbs and settles in the bones for a deep, extended chill. The ancient man who was pushing himself up into a sitting position in front of me triggered very few memories of the warm sort. Apart from being brilliant and magically gifted, my archdruid had frequently been abusive and had made few friends during his life­a life that, until recently, I thought had ended millennia ago. After he bound me to the earth prior to the Common Era, I'd seen him only a couple more times before we drifted apart, and I'd always assumed he'd died, like almost everyone else I knew from my youth. But for reasons unknown, the Morrigan had frozen him in time in Tír na nÓg, and now he was about to confront the fact of his time travel­with, I might add, flecks of spittle and bacon around the edges of his wrinkled lips. I hope that if I ever travel two thousand years into the future, there will still be bacon. His voice, a sort of perpetually phlegmy growl, barked a question at me in Old Irish. He'd have to learn English quickly if he wanted to talk to anyone besides the Tuatha Dé Danann and me. How long was I on that island, Siodhachan? You still look pretty young. By the looks of ye, it can't have been more than three or four years. Oh, was he in for a surprise. I will tell you in exchange for something I'd like to know: your name. My name? I've never called you anything but Archdruid. Well, it was right that ye should, ye wee shite. But now that you're grown a bit and a full Druid, I suppose I can tell ye. I'm Eoghan Ó Cinnéide. I grinned. Ha! If you Anglicize that, it's Owen Kennedy. That will work out just fine. I'll call Hal and get you some ID with that name. What are ye talking about? That's a question you'll be asking a lot. Owen­I hope you don't mind me calling you that, because I can't walk around calling you Archdruid­you've been on that island for more than two thousand years. He scowled. Don't be tickling me ass with a feather, now; I'm asking seriously. I'm answering seriously. The Morrigan put you on the slowest of the Time Islands. Owen studied my face and saw that I was in earnest. Two thousand? That's right. He flailed about for something to hold on to; the number was too huge to register, and the stark fact that he had been uprooted and could never go back to his ...

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"For nearly two thousand years, only one Druid has walked the Earth --Atticus O'Sullivan. Now he's got company. Atticus's apprentice Granuaile is at last a full Druid herself. What's more, Atticus has defrosted an archdruid long ago frozen in time, a father figure (of sorts) who now goes by the modern equivalent of his old Irish name: Owen Kennedy. And Owen has some catching up to do. The jury's still out on whether the wily old coot will be an asset in the epic battle with Loki - or merely a pain in the arse. But Atticus isn't the only one with daddy issues. Granuaile faces a great challenge: to exorcise a sorcerer's spirit that is possessing her father in India. As the trio of Druids deals with pestilence-spreading demons, bacon-loving yeti, fierce flying foxes, and frenzied Fae, they're hoping that this time, three's a charm"--