He Who Fights with Monsters 10 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #10)

by Shirtaloon

“Are you talking about the difference between weight and mass?” Jason asked. Clive turned to him with a curious expression, but before Jason could say anything, an overwhelming aura manifested. “No,” a female voice rumbled like thunder. “Oh, come on,” Jason complained to the sky. “I know this one. Kind of. More or less. Okay, fine. You’re not even saying anything and I can practically hear your raised eyebrow.” The aura vanished. “Ask Travis about it later,” Jason told Clive. “Did he ever tell you about gravity?” “Jason…” the voice rumbled, the aura returning. “Seriously?” he asked the sky, throwing his arms out. “I was just asking a question. Bloody hell, lady, don’t you have a precocious child to go inspire with a verve for learning? You’ve got to have better things to do than this.” Jason shook his head as the divine aura receded again. “Gods, am I right?” He looked around, seeing that everyone from both groups, the Yaresh convoy and the messenger servants, were all staring at him. “Oh, like you’ve never seen gods before,” Jason said loudly. “I know a bunch of you are priests; I can feel the divinity in your auras, so don’t give me those looks.” Jason wandered over to his cloud vehicle, muttering discontentedly as he did. “Bloody transcendent beings think they run the whole bloody cosmos…”