“No one’s hurt me,” I sniff. “It’s just…if there are gods, they have a sadistic sense of humor.” “Which god has hurt you?” Pax unsheaths his sword and stabs it at the sky. “Was it Jupiter? He can be a real dick. Or Mercury, that trickster. I don’t care if they’re divine beings, I will crush their skulls in my hands and use their testicles for tiddlywinks.”