Trapped (The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Five) - Plot & Excerpts
<I’m desperately bored of being a watchdog, especially since I have to watch you two be grody together.> Now, hold on! First, you didn’t have to watch, because I specifically suggested that you not do so, and, second, it wasn’t grody. It was the stuff Al Green sings about. <You were the one who told me that proverb thingie: “Grody is in the eye of the beholder.”> No, Oberon, that was beauty. <Whatever. It works for grody too.> Nothing could ruin my mood right then, so I laughed and admitted he had a point. How about a hunt, Oberon? Would that suit you? My hound put his nose in the air. <That depends. What are we hunting?> Anything you want. Anywhere you want. Granuaile needs to practice shifting planes and shifting shapes. <I want to hunt dik-diks.> All right. Tanzania, here we come! While Granuaile was now a full Druid, she still needed some coaching and practice on what had been theory until this point. She’d memorized the words and the forms of the knotwork admirably, but because we’d been so … busy lately, she had yet to cast anything.
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