Hunted (The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Six) - Plot & Excerpts
On the northeastern side of it there was an amusement park, which struck me as an odd juxtaposition. To a Druid, the forest was the amusement park. Herne left us near the edge of a field in the middle of it, far from prying eyes, and told us he and his hunters would leave us for now. “Again, you are welcome. Call my name if you need me,” he said. “Otherwise, rest or prepare yourselves as you will.” We thanked him, and he faded out of sight as slowly as he had originally appeared. As soon as they were gone, Oberon flopped onto his back and said, <The royal hound’s belly demands rubbing. Step lively, humans, neglect me not.> Granuaile laughed and knelt next to him to oblige. I smiled and took a look around. This wood was a comfortable place. Not sensual comfort of any kind—merely a quiet spot where we could repair and nurture those parts within us that had been damaged or neglected during the run. I approached an old beech tree twined with ivy, plucked a couple of strands, and plonked myself down on the ground next to Granuaile and Oberon.
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