Hammered: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Three by Kevin HearneHammered: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Three by Kevin Hearne

Hammered: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Three

byKevin Hearne

Mass Market Paperback | July 5, 2011

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BOOK 3 IN THE IRON DRUID CHRONICLES

Thor, the Norse god of thunder, is worse than a blowhard and a bully—he’s ruined countless lives and killed scores of innocents. After centuries, Viking vampire Leif Helgarson is ready to get his vengeance, and he’s asked his friend Atticus O’Sullivan, the last of the Druids, to help take down this Norse nightmare.

One survival strategy has worked for Atticus for more than two thousand years: stay away from the guy with the lightning bolts. But things are heating up in Atticus’s home base of Tempe, Arizona. There’s a vampire turf war brewing, and Russian demon hunters who call themselves the Hammers of God are running rampant. Despite multiple warnings and portents of dire consequences, Atticus and Leif journey to the Norse plain 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.

Don’t miss any of Kevin Hearne’s phenomenal Iron Druid Chronicles novels:
HOUNDED | HEXED | HAMMERED | TRICKED | TRAPPED | HUNTED | SHATTERED | STAKED
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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Title:Hammered: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book ThreeFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:336 pages, 6.87 × 4.16 × 0.88 inPublished:July 5, 2011Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from Nailed it? I found this book to be more enjoyable than the previous two entries in the series. It was very fun to see this group of characters emerge that hate Thor so much, and to learn what their reasons for hating him were. The lack of strong female characters seems to be a weakness is this entire series thus far, and I would like to see some emerge over the next few books.
Date published: 2018-03-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing series I loved this series, it has everything you need! Action, adventure, wit, fantasy!
Date published: 2017-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from God Vs Druid Smackdown This book was amazing! I've been waiting for a Thor/Atticus fight and got just what I wanted! The story was intense and the ending blew my mind. Loved it!
Date published: 2016-12-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hammered: The Iron Druid Chronicles Book three of the series, while still an easy read, provided more depth of insight, all in the guise of a familiar tableau of people and places. How the plot of the books takes the reader is less important than where it will take them philosophically. I am encouraged that, perhaps, a base having been created, the breadth of thought may deepen, and each reader may continue to take from the stories on multiple levels, each according to what they need or want.
Date published: 2014-06-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love them! These books are great I'm loving the mythological combinations and the theories behind immortal life. definitely brush up on your mythology before reading these... To help you keep track.
Date published: 2013-12-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hammered: the Irin Druid Chronicald Riveting. Unable to put the book down.
Date published: 2013-09-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome Oberon, the doggie, makes me giggle.
Date published: 2013-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Hammered: The Iron Druid Chronicles Just awesome, as usual! Way to go again, Kevin!
Date published: 2013-02-28
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Diminishing Returns? I really enjoyed the first book in this series; I also enjoyed the second one, though not as much. Oddly enough, as the author gets more of a handle on his syntax and plotting, he's falling into a bigger problem - the character himself. Atticus O'Sullivan is becoming an obnoxious, nigh-untouchable smart-ass whom, I suspect, might be an avatar of the author [whom I also suspect plays Role-Playing Games - possibly White Wolf's Scion?]. The "Every Goddess wants me, no God can stand up to me" gets tired after a bit, honestly. And, as I have a soft spot for the Norse mythology, the whole "Thunder Thug" version of Thor, plus the slaughter of the Valkyries by an upstart Druid, really rubbed me the wrong way. At least he didn't have Loki as the villain... I didn't particularly enjoy this offering. Hopefully, the next book will be more fun.
Date published: 2012-04-11
Rated 4 out of 5 by from More Somber Than The Others But Still Great! Hammered is the third book in Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid Chronicles series. Since book one, we have read about Thor the mean god. Actually, there are more colorful words used to describe how horrible of a person he is, but I’ll just leave it at mean. And after reading why people dislike Thor so much, there really is only one thing to say: Man that Thor is really Really…mean. The book opens with this: " According to popular imagination, squirrels are supposed to be adorable. As they scurry about on this tree branch or that trunk, people point at them and say, “Awww, how cuuuuute!” with their voices turning sugary and spiraling up into falsetto ecstasy. But I’m here to tell you that they’re cute only so long as they’re small enough to step on. Once you’re facing a giant bloody squirrel the size of cement truck, they lose the majority of their charm. " How can you not get excited when a book opens with a paragraph like that?! Hammered centers around Atticus’ two trips to the Norse plane. Once to fulfill his bargain with the witch from the second book and once to give his friend Leif access to Thor so that he and others can kill him. The whole time that I was reading, I couldn’t help but question Atticus’ thinking. I mean really…can anything good come out of what he is doing? He doesn’t think it’s a good idea necessarily to do what he is doing, but his word is gold to him so he must fulfill his promises…even though they weren’t made with the best of thought. I wish Atticus heard me when I shouted “Bad idea! Bad bad idea, Atticus!” Even though Atticus ignored my advice, I still love him. I love his loyalty and his wit. I love his dialogue a lot too – internal as well as with his friends. I find that there are many little philosophical moments in this series – especially in this book. Some of the things that are thought in this story make you think. Some of the words make you say “he is SO right about that.” I do enjoy that part of this series very much. I will say that one of the best scenes that I have read in the entire series was in this book. I love the idea that some of the deities come to Earth as an image that someone has created in their minds. Jesus comes to visit in Hammered and how he looks is only the beginning of the greatness of this scene. I loved every moment that Atticus spent with Jesus and laughed so much. Kevin wrote a really clever spin to the Man we know from stories and I found it to, not only be truly entertaining, but a breath of fresh air for an otherwise tired and slightly stuffy persona. There are many new characters introduced in this book. There are, after all, a LOT of people who would love to see Thor lose his entrails and munch on them for snacktime. But I must admit that I missed the interaction between Atticus and the ‘usual’ crew of characters. We don’t see much of the widow (but her scene actually brought tears to my eyes). There is hardly any time with Oberon or Granuaile either. But it was nice to finally get the story behind Leif and Gunnar’s hatred for Thor – and let me tell you, it is well placed. Now, there is a good thing and a bad thing about an author releasing three books in a new series three months in a row. Good thing: You don’t have to wait long to continue reading awesome characters and awesome story lines. Bad thing: After the three books are out, you now have to wait a long freakin’ time before getting the chance to read awesome characters and awesome story lines. I am really curious to see where Kevin will take Atticus next since there are many possibilities. I’m really keeping my fingers crossed that the witty banter between Atticus and the characters I have grown to love returns since it really is one of my most favorite things about this series. There was a strong underlying sorrow for this entire book, and although there are many wonderful scenes in Hammered, I prefer the feel of the first two. But I will definitely be sending Jason to the book store on release day of April 2012 when Tricked hits shelves.
Date published: 2011-07-20

Read from the Book

Chapter 1   According to popular imagination, squirrels are supposed to be adorable. As they scurry about on this tree branch or that trunk, people point at them and say, “Awww, how cuuuuute!” with their voices turning sugary and spiraling up into falsetto ecstasy. But I’m here to tell you that they’re cute only so long as they’re small enough to step on. Once you’re facing a giant bloody squirrel the size of a cement truck, they lose the majority of their charm.   I wasn’t especially surprised to be staring up at a set of choppers as tall as my fridge, twitching whiskers like bullwhips, and tractor-tire eyes staring me down like volcanic bubbles of India ink: I was simply horrified at being proven so spectacularly right.   My apprentice, Granuaile, had argued I was imagining the impossible before I left her back in Arizona. “No, Atticus,” she’d said, “all the literature says the only way you can get into Asgard is the Bifrost Bridge. The Eddas, the skaldic poems, everything agrees that Bifrost is it.”   “Of course that’s what the literature says,” I replied, “but that’s just the propaganda of the gods. The Eddas also tell you the truth of the matter if you read carefully. Ratatosk is the key to the back door of Asgard.”   Granuaile gazed at me, bemused, unsure that she’d heard me correctly. “The squirrel that lives on the World Tree?” she asked.   “Precisely. He manically scrambles back and forth between the eagle in the canopy and the great wyrm at the roots, ferrying messages of slander and vitriol between them, yadda yadda yadda. Now ask yourself how it is that he manages to do that.”   Granuaile took a moment to think it through. “Well, according to what the literature says, there are two roots of Yggdrasil that drop below Asgard: One rests in the Well of Mimir in Jötunheim, and one falls to the Spring of Hvergelmir in Niflheim, beneath which the wyrm Nidhogg lies. So I assume he’s got himself a little squirrelly hole in there somewhere that he uses.” She shook her head, dismissing the point. “But you won’t be able to use that.”   “I’ll bet you dinner I can. A nice homemade dinner, with wine and candles and fancy modern things like Caesar salad.”   “Salad isn’t modern.”   “It is on my personal time scale. Caesar salad was invented in 1924.”   Granuaile’s eyes bugged. “How do you know these things?” She waved off the question as soon as she asked it. “No, you’re not going to distract me this time. You’re on; I bet you dinner. Now prove it or start cooking.”   “The proof will have to come when I climb Yggdrasil’s root, but,” I said, raising a finger to forestall her objection, “I’ll dazzle you now with what I think so that I’ll seem fantastically prescient later. The way I figure it, Ratatosk has to be an utter badass. Consider: Eagles normally eat squirrels, and malevolent wyrms named Nidhogg are generally expected to eat anything—yet neither of them ever tries to take a bite of Ratatosk. They just talk to him, never give him any guff at all, but ask him nicely if he’d be so kind as to tell their enemy far, far away such-and-such. And they say, ‘Hey, Ratatosk, you don’t have to hurry. Take your time. Please.’ ”   “Okay, so you’re saying he’s a burly squirrel.”   “No, I’m saying he’s turbo-burly. Paul Bunyan proportions, because his size is proportionate to the World Tree. He’s bigger than you and I put together, big enough that Nidhogg thinks of him as an equal instead of as a snack. The only reason we’ve never heard of anyone climbing Yggdrasil’s roots to get to Asgard is because you’d have to be nuts to try it.”   “Right,” she said with a smirk. “And Ratatosk eats nuts.”   “That’s right.” I bobbed my head once with a sardonic grin of my own.   “Well then,” Granuaile wondered aloud, “exactly where are the roots of Yggdrasil, anyway? I assume they’re somewhere in Scandinavia, but you’d think they would have shown up on satellite by now.”   “The roots of Yggdrasil are on an entirely different plane, and that’s really why no one has tried to climb them. But they’re tethered to the earth, just like Tír na nÓg is, or the Elysian Fields, or Tartarus, or what have you. And, coincidentally, a certain Druid you know is also tethered to the earth, through his tattoos,” I said, holding up my inked right arm.   “Granuaile’s mouth opened in astonishment as the import of my words sank in, quick to follow the implication to its logical conclusion. “So you’re saying you can go anywhere.”   “Uh-huh,” I confirmed. “But it’s not something I brag about”—I pointed a finger at her—“nor should you, once you’re bound the same way. Plenty of gods are already worried about me because of what happened to Aenghus Óg and Bres. But since I killed them on this plane, and since Aenghus Óg started it, they don’t figure I’ve turned into a deicidal maniac. In their minds, I’m highly skilled in self-defense but not a mortal threat to them, as long as they don’t pick a fight. And they still believe that merely because they’ve never seen a Druid in their territory before, they never will. But if the gods knew I could get to anyone, anywhere, my perceived threat level would go through the roof.”   “Can’t the gods go anywhere?”   “Uh-uh,” I said, shaking my head. “Most gods can go only two places: their own domain and earth. That’s why you’ll never see Kali in Olympus, or Ishtar in Abhassara. I haven’t visited even a quarter of the places I could go. Never been to any of the heavens. Went to Nirvana once, but it was kind of boring—don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful plane, but the complete absence of desire meant nobody wanted to talk to me. Mag Mell is truly gorgeous; you’ve gotta go there. And you’ve gotta go to Middle Earth to see the Shire.”   “Shut up!” She punched me in the arm. “You haven’t been to Middle Earth!”   “Sure, why not? It’s bound to our world like all the other planes. Elrond is still in Rivendell, because that’s where people think of him being, not the Gray Havens—and I’m telling you right now he looks nothing like Hugo Weaving. I also went to Hades once so I could ask Odysseus what the sirens had to say, and that was a mindblower. Can’t tell you what they said, though.”   “You’re going to tell me I’m too young again, aren’t you?”   “No. You simply have to hear it for yourself to properly appreciate it. It involves hasenpfeffer and sea serpents and the end of the world.”   Granuaile narrowed her eyes at me and said, “Fine, don’t tell me. So what’s your plan for Asgard?”   “Well, first I have to choose a root to climb, but that’s easy: I’d rather avoid Ratatosk, so I’m going up the one from Jötunheim. Not only does Ratatosk rarely travel it, but it’s a far shorter climb from there than from Niflheim. Now, since you seem to have been reading up on this, tell me what direction I must go to find where the Well of Mimir would be bound to this plane.”   “East,” Granuaile said immediately. “Jötunheim is always to the east.”   “That’s right. To the east of Scandinavia. The Well of Mimir is tethered to a sub-arctic lake some distance from the small Russian town of Nadym. That’s where I’m going.”   “I’m not up-to-date on my small Russian towns. Where exactly is Nadym?”   “It’s in western Siberia.”   “All right, you go to this particular lake, then what?”   “There will be a tree root drinking from the lake. It will not be an ash tree, more of a stunted evergreen, because it’s essentially tundra up there. Once I find this root, I touch it, bind myself to it, pull my center along the tether, and then I’m hugging the root of Yggdrasil on the Norse plane, and the lake will be the Well of Mimir.”   Granuaile’s eyes shone. “I can’t wait until I can do this. And from there you just climb it, right? Because the root of the World Tree has to be huge.”   “Yes, that’s the plan.”   “So how far from the trunk of Yggdrasil is it to Idunn’s place?”   “I shrugged. “Never been there before, so I’m going to have to wing it. I’ve never found any maps of it; you’d think someone would have made an atlas of the planes by now, but noooo.”   Granuaile frowned. “Do you even know where Idunn is?”   “Nope,” I said, a rueful smile on my face.   “It’s going to be tough to steal an apple for Laksha, then.” Yes, the prospect was daunting, but a deal was a deal: I had promised to steal a golden apple from Asgard in return for twelve dead Bacchants in Scottsdale. Laksha Kulasekaran, the Indian witch, had held up her end of the bargain, and now it was my turn. There was a chance I’d be able to pull off the theft without consequences, but there was no chance that I could renege on the deal and not face repercussions from Laksha.  

Editorial Reviews

"It may be possible that Hearne and Atticus could be the logical heir to Butcher and Dresden."--SFFworld.com"Hearne provides lots of zippy plotting and rocking action scenes...fans will be thrilled."--Publishers Weekly“A page-turning and often laugh-out-loud funny caper through a mix of the modern and the mythic.”—Ari Marmell, author of The Warlord’s Legacy“Celtic mythology and an ancient Druid with modern attitude mix it up in the Arizona desert in this witty new fantasy series.”—Kelly Meding, author of Three Days to Dead“Kevin Hearne breathes new life into old myths, creating a world both eerily familiar and startlingly original.”—Nicole Peeler, author of Tempest Rising