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.
Kevin Hearne has done something really special with his Iron Druid books. Most books that I like have an engaging plot that make me flip through the pages at high velocity. Some other books have characters that are really great and thus make me enjoy the story. Some have both. Hammered as well as the other Iron Druid Chronicles books I’ve read have both but also have it in a different way than I ever could have expected.
The characters a funny like friends you don’t get to hang out enough with. The plot is engaging and I want to find out what happens but I also want to savor it. It’s just too good. I don’t know how book four can get any better than what I’ve already experienced with the first three books.
The dialog between the characters is probably the best part if I had to pick just one thing. Here are a few examples:
“Getting five men to simultaneously touch me and the root of a tree was vaguely akin to a game of homoerotic Twister, and I almost giggled – especially since their expressions practically broadcast that they were asking themselves, “Is this gay?” that would have lost me major testosterone points, though, so I firmly refocused my mind on the task and pulled us through to the Norse plane.”
“Leif and I knew from experience how the male psyche works: If one weapon doesn’t work, switch to something else and try to shove it sideways through an orifice far too small to allow for comfortable entry.”
And don’t get me started on Oberon, Atticus’s Irish Wolfhound, he’s the best. I love how Atticus has to try not to smile while Oberon is constantly talking to him and making fun of others while only Atticus can hear.
I have an author crush on Kevin Hearne and I’m not afraid to deny it.