For a two-thousand-year-old Druid, Atticus O’Sullivan is a pretty fast runner. Good thing, because he’s being chased by not one but two goddesses of the hunt—Artemis and Diana—for messing with one of their own. Dodging their slings and arrows, Atticus, Granuaile, and his wolfhound Oberon are making a mad dash across modern-day Europe to seek help from a friend of the Tuatha Dé Danann. His usual magical option of shifting planes is blocked, so instead of playing hide-and-seek, the game plan is . . . run like hell.
Crashing the pantheon marathon is the Norse god Loki. Killing Atticus is the only loose end he needs to tie up before unleashing Ragnarok—AKA the Apocalypse. Atticus and Granuaile have to outfox the Olympians and contain the god of mischief if they want to go on living—and still have a world to live in.
I do not really know what to write about this book that I have not already written in my reviews of the previous five books in this series. The dialog, especially with Oberon, can be quite funny although that is now quickly getting old. Atticus childish and immature behavior, which is not at all what one would expect from a two-thousand year old druid and which was a minus from the start, is really getting old. All the various gods are pretty much made into assholes, criminals, pedophiles and anything else the author can find to throw at them and that is not only getting old but is plain annoying to read.
I have to confess that I more or less speed-read through some parts of the book because I was so fed up with all the unintelligent nonsense so I might have missed some details but I doubt that I missed something I personally would have found worth reading. If you like reading comic magazines in book form you might like these books. To me this series have turned too much into a disappointment and I think I will stop after this book or at the very least make a very long pause.