"Don't swear to kill me, then the world will lose another fashion genius." "They might serve more food if we've have two pretty women with us!" "Nonsense." Blitz hooked his arms through Sam and mine's. I stammered along, "I thought we were going to a different place what? No, I can't look like this they'll probably recognize me from a newspaper " "No I oh, gods " She hastily put her scarf over her hair. "Wait, we're going to Fadlan's Falafel?" I yelped, as Sam froze in her tracks and looked around. "He's got that friend here," Blitzen recalled. Hearth raised an eyebrow and signed something maybe You have money? On the way in, Blitz and Hearth started towards the garbage cans to check for lunch leavings, but Magnus stopped them. Anyone can sit at the tables for a long time before anybody made you move. Nobody to judge you as long as you had a drink or a plate of half-eaten food. The indoor atrium was warm and open to the public, and the best thing was it was never crowded. It was heaven, even without the waitress. I often stopped there to visit a pretty waitress at Fadlan's Falafel who was really pretty. Magnus led us right to the food court at the Transportation Building. Where are you taking us for lunch, Magnus?" "If Frey knew what his fate would be," Magnus said, "why did he give up his blade in the first place?" "And by extension," I said, "Surt hates you." There's nothing Surt hates more than being restrained. he keeps the extremes in check, both fire and ice. He's the god of the growing season the god of health and new life. He wants fire to run rampant across the Nine Worlds. "Couldn't he pick on a strong war god?"īlitzen frowned. "Why does Surt hate Frey so much?" Magnus asked. I wouldn't blame the sword either, Frey was a jerk." "At Ragnarok, your dad will die because he tossed his dumb sword away. "Magnus, the sword is destined to fall into Surt's hands sooner or later." I said. But taking it to the very place where Surt wants to use it? Uneise." "It's more like root beer with a hint of clove." "It doesn't taste like Kool-Aid," Blitz objected. "I'm not part of Mimir's plan because I would never blindly go along with it and drink his magical knowledge Kool-Aid." Blitz's expression was unrecognizable behind the ski mask, and Hearth still kept his hands firmly in his pockets. "I suppose you two work for him of your own free will? You didn't drink from his well and pay the price?" "The Capo is on the side of everybody in the world who doesn't want to die. It's never been clear whose side he's on, and he was being too harsh on Eva."īlitz jumped to the shade of a willow tree, alarming a few ducks. "Of course I showed respect when he was right in front of me! He's one of the oldest gods. "A few minutes ago, you were all, Lord Mimir, you honor us we're not worthy." We were passing under a footbridge where several homeless guys were passed out when Sam suddenly grumbled, "Mimir. They were probably the ASL equivalent of not wanting to talk at all. Hearth's brightly striped scarf didn't match his grim expression, or the fact that he kept his hands shoved in his pockets. Maybe I was thinking of yelling a few out loud about Mimir too.īlitz limped along on his half-petrified legs, zigzagging from shadow to shadow as best he could. The wind picked up and howled like wolves, whistling past my ear and whispering profanities to me. We didn't talk much as we headed back through the park. | FRESH FALAFEL IS TAKEN AWAY BY AN EAGLE CARRYING MAGNUS |
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