Quotes From "Hounded" By Kevin Hearne

Yer a good lad, Atticus, mowin’ me lawn and killin’...
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Yer a good lad, Atticus, mowin’ me lawn and killin’ what Brits come around. Kevin Hearne
When he said to give him the sword, I don’t...
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When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts. Kevin Hearne
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Oberon’s been kidnapped along with one of the werewolves, and that’s why we’re all so upset. We’ll talk more tomorrow, and I promise to answer all your questions if I survive the night, ” I said. The widow’s eyebrows raised. “Ye’ve got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?” “I’m going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me, ” I said, “so it’s a distinct possibility.” “Are y’goin’ t’kill ’em back?” “I’d certainly like to.” “Attaboy, ” the widow chuckled. “Off y’go, then. Kill every last one o’ the bastards and call me in the mornin’. Kevin Hearne
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I jumped up and down and swore violently in seventeen languages. Kevin Hearne
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You don't even know if she really likes you, Oberon said as we exited and I unlocked my bike. She could be doing her customer service routine and stringing you along in hopes of a big tip the next time you come in. With dogs you just go up and smell their asses and you know where you stand, it's so much easier. Why can't humans do that? Kevin Hearne
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The point is, Mrs. MacDonagh, that the universe is exactly the size that your soul can encompass. Some people live in extremely small worlds, and some live in a world of infinite possibility. Kevin Hearne
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This bastard is so guilty he already has his lawyer here. Kevin Hearne
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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? Kevin Hearne
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Hamlet promised himself he’d throw down afterward, but I think perhaps when he said, “From this time forth, my thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! ” the limits of blank verse weakened his resolve somehow. If he’d been free to follow the dictates of his conscience rather than the pen of Shakespeare, perhaps he would have abandoned verse altogether, like me, and contented himself with this instead: “Bring it, muthafuckas. Bring it. Kevin Hearne