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This book is gravy baby!

Okay, I had to. Actually, through most of the first half of this installment I was nervous because I just wasn't enjoying it quite as much as the first one. Except somewhere just after halfway through I started busting out laughing. Sure there were great Oberon moments, but the cool part was there were alot of funny moments with others too. And in the end this one had a much better plot then the first, in my humble opinion. Perhaps it's because I like reading about witches.

And Atticus... boy howdy, if I thought he was sexy in the first one I wasn't prepared for how hot I thought he got in Hexed. There were more then a handful of moments in this 300 page book where I actually had to fan myself because he was just so bad ass. More then loving how good he is with Fragarach, I love how he is with his words. Take this for example...

Detective Geffert eyed me steadily, looking for signs of deceit, and I gave him my most placid expression in return. He broke eye contact first, shoving his hands in his pockets and finding something interesting on the tips of his shoes.

"You know, my ears are actually pretty good. I heard what you said earlier. 'There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow,' you said."

"So?"

"So that sounded to me like something you were quoting. I called in to the station and talked to our dispatcher, who used to be an English major, and she told me that was a line from Hamlet." His eyes flicked back up to study my reaction.

"Right," I confirmed, keeping my expression neutral.

"So what are you hiding, Mr. O'Sullivan?"

I shrugged. "Nothing."

He shook a finger at me. "That isn't true. Yesterday when we searched your house, you walked around like you didn't have an IQ above eighty. Today you're quoting Shakespeare off the top of your head."

My patience evaporated like a dewdrop in Yuma and my anger throttled my better sense.

"'Is't not enough to break into my garden, and, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, climbing my walls in spite of me the owner, but thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms?'"

Geffert's eyebrows shot up. "What play is that from?"

"Henry the Sixth, Part Two," I said.

The detective frowned. "How much Shakespeare have you memorized?"

"All of it. Dude."

I mean, that was damn sexy. Damn sexy.