Atticus O'Sullivan is 21-and running an herbal/occult shop in Tempe, Az. But he's not 21 YEARS old--he's 21 centuries old, the last living Druid, hiding out and trying to stay out of trouble with his particular pantheon. But then his gods--particularly the Celtic god of love, who has reason to hate him--bring trouble to Atticus, and he must use his magic, his divine allies, his pack of werewolf lawyers, a possessed bartender and would-be apprentice, and his telepathic dog to fight off Aengus Og and associated faeries, stooges, divinities, and witches. This was a great read, full of adventure and humor. I can't wait to read the next one, out in June.