Hounded: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book One by Kevin HearneHounded: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book One by Kevin Hearne

Hounded: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book One

byKevin Hearne

Mass Market Paperback | May 3, 2011

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The first novel in the Iron Druid Chronicles—introducing a cool, new, funny urban fantasy hero

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 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.

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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.
Title:Hounded: The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book OneFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 6.85 × 4.16 × 0.85 inPublished:May 3, 2011Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing and well researched! I have no idea how it took me so long to find this series. It is amazing. The author uses (mostly) accurate Celtic/Russian/Slavic folklore to build the character of his Druid, Atticus O'Sullivan. But the story doesn't take itself too seriously and will make you laugh out loud in public. Particularly recommended if you enjoy offbeat humor, in the style of Douglas Adams.
Date published: 2018-07-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty fun! A pretty fun read from start to finish! Atticus and Oberon are great characters and I'd love to read more of their adventures. A lot of lore in the book was not well-explained and the use of Irish names kept throwing me off every now and again. Looking forward to reading the next book in the series!
Date published: 2018-02-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I love this series! I was looking for a new series to read and I stumbled upon this. This book has everything you need, action, adventure, fantasy, and of course Kevin Hearne's variation of comedic humour. It is a definite recommendation!
Date published: 2017-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing! I was looking for a new series to read and I stumbled upon this. This book has everything you need, action, adventure, fantasy, and of course Kevin Hearne's variation of comedic humour. It is a definite recommendation!
Date published: 2017-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Fantastic and Fun Read! I was looking for a new series to start that was outside my usual reading repertoire and decided to give the Iron Druid Chronicles a try: I'm so glad I did! It's a fun read, filled with magic, fantasy, gods and goddesses, and a main character who makes you laugh out loud. I have become addicted to this series!
Date published: 2017-04-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Entertaining Read This book was often laugh out loud funny. Easy read. Very interesting and entertaining.
Date published: 2017-03-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Funny Hilarious and well thought out, a must read. Definitely going to read the rest in the series.
Date published: 2017-01-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome! I love this book! Atticus is an awesome character, the dialogue is fantastic, and the mythology/story is incredible!
Date published: 2016-12-29
Rated 3 out of 5 by from So Close To Being My Fave Series I had such a love-hate relationship with this book. I adore the characters and love the world Hearne has built. Then he puts in annoying comments and things that just seem out of character. The epilogue almost ruined the whole book for me.
Date published: 2016-04-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Start to this series Dresedenesque though not Dresden. Both books are told in the first person, both contain the paranormal but really that is where the comparrison should end. The dog's perspective added humor to the book that kept the tone a bit lighter. Follow-up books in the series will have a lot to live up to.
Date published: 2012-10-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fast paced, funny and whole lot of fun! Atticus is a really old druid that looks like he’s 21. He keeps to himself and try’s to stay away from all Fae in particular. A long time ago he came into procession of a very powerful sword. A sword that a very powerful Fae wants back. It is hard to start a war without a sword that can be stopped! As Atticus tries to figure out who is one which side of the coming war, he also has to try to not get killed at the same time. Hard when everyone has an angle. With neighbours calling the cops, his lawyers being a werewolf and vampire every day is a new challenge. At least he has his trusty dog Oberon ready at his side for a good hunt. This is the first book in the series. I thought it was great. I was going through a little funk when it was coming to fantasy books, and this one was just the thing to get me out of it. It is imaginative, fast paced and funny! I love Oberon; he is just such a great character. The one liner’s in this book had me laughing. If you like books by Ilona Andrews you will enjoy this one. Hearne creates a whole new world with all the different gods, goddesses and creatures from every genre and brings them together.
Date published: 2011-08-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Lovely Hero Many first happened to me while I read Hounded, the first book in Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid Chronicles series. Firstly, it was the first time I read a book written in a first person perspective as told from a man’s point of view. Secondly, it was really the first time I read a full-on Urban Fantasy book. Meaning, it didn’t have any real romantic elements to it. Thirdly, this was the first time since high-school that I read a book written by a man. Yup. My first time. Now I can go around saying that Kevin Hearne popped my “book written by a boy” cherry. Okay, that sounds a little creepy. Maybe I’ll just keep that between you and me… Hounded is a very full and busy book. Because of that, I am not even going to attempt to tell you what happens. Just know that it is all very entertaining and original stuff. The main hero in this series is Atticus and he is a Druid. *hi Atticus* Kevin has written such a wonderful and smart character. So smart! There wasn’t a moment where I didn’t like him. Atticus’ sense of humor is dry and clever and I often found myself giggling while reading his thoughts and dialogue. He is a strong contender for my favorite character list; that’s how much I enjoyed reading him. I also enjoyed each and every secondary character. From the werewolf lawyer to the elderly widow to the slightly possessed barmaid, they were all written extremely well. And Oberon, Atticus’ wolfhound, is probably my favorite of them all. Because he is magical, Atticus was able to teach Oberon to think so he could be understood. Therefore Atticus can converse with him in his mind. That dog is a riot! You know how sometimes in books talking animals are just a little much and border on (or just flat out sit on) cheesy-doo? That is not the case with Oberon. He brings out the caring side of Atticus (because one of his other sides is pretty much “it’s your sh*t so I don’t give a sh*t” but in the very best way). Hey, there is a reason why Atticus has survived for over twenty-one centuries! But trust me, the dog is made of awesome and you will instantly love him like I did. Every action, every item and every person comes along with an explanation. Now, that’s not necessarily a bad thing because in a very detailed world based on a mix of truth and myth, it’s sort of necessary so you don’t get completely lost. But it’s not something I’m really used to. I’m used to reading books that contain thought patterns like “Oh my, he’s hot. We should suck face” then “Oh my, she’s hot. We should suck face” then… you guessed it…they proceed to suck face. Okay, not really. The books I read tend to be more intelligent than that, but you catch my drift. The explanations that come along with Kevin’s story telling really help build the world he’s created out of Fae lore and pretty much every other type of mythological lore out there. It really works. When I reached the 50% mark of this book, I was really liking it and knew I would want to continue on with this series but I just didn’t see myself wanting to run out to the bookstore immediately after reaching ‘the end’ to buy it. Well… Once I actually reached ‘the end’, I told Jason that we needed to get into the car and drive the 40 or so minutes to the nearest bookstore because I just had to buy Hexed and read it immediately. (Not because it has a cliff hanger ending but because I just wanted to keep reading these characters!) I am crazy swamped with my reading schedule, and it will be even worse now that I’ve squeezed in a book, but it’s totally worth it. Fantasy book lovers everywhere, check out this book. Yes, it’s that good. Even if it was written by a boy. *g* 4.5 stars
Date published: 2011-06-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Fun Read The cover caught my eye, and the premise sounded interesting, so I bought it on a whim, and I wasn't disappointed. The syntax is a bit clumsy [too many "would not", "could not", "did not" in the dialogue], but for a first novel, that can be excused. The story involves Atticus O'Sullivan, the last of the Druids, and his efforts to live a quiet life with his Wolfhound, his shop, and his favorite fish-and-chip joint - and how the Old Gods [well, Goddesses, actually...] just keep messing it up for him. It was lively, fast-paced, and fun, and I'm already reading book two.
Date published: 2011-06-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from A good read On the whole a very entertaining read I look forward to reading the second installment.
Date published: 2011-06-12

Read from the Book

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.  

Editorial Reviews

"Hearne, a self-professed comic-book nerd, has turned his love of awesome dudes whacking mightily at evil villains into a superb urban fantasy debut. Staying alive for 2,000 years takes a great deal of cunning, and sexy super-druid Atticus O'Sullivan, currently holed up in the Arizona desert, has vexed a few VIPs along the way. High up on that list is Aenghus Óg, the Celtic god of love. It's not just that Aenghus wants his sword back—though it is a very nice magical sword—but that Atticus didn't exactly ask permission to take it. Atticus and his trusty sidekick, Irish wolfhound Oberon, make an eminently readable daring duo as they dodge Aenghus's minions and thwart his schemes with plenty of quips and zap-pow-bang fighting." --Publisher's Weekly, starred review“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