“ But there was no going back to that idyllic time when only one god wanted to kill me. ”
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 think he meant for you to stick it in his guts.
Look, I don't know what you are, but you're more than a geologist, if you are one at all. I've met lots of geologists on different projects like this, and they're all tiny sunburned men with fetishes for geodes. They wear floppy hats and carry baggies for soil samples around with them. ... And geologists don't make rocks disappear like you did the other night. They keep them and build little shrines to them.
People used to say obvious things ironically or as a form of understatement, but in the last few decades they seem to say it with a sense of discovery, and it worries me.
