The Sword of Summer (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #1)

by Rick Riordan

If you can afford five thousand dollars to blow your nose, you can afford to buy me dinner.

Of course I’d end up in Valhalla on my sixteenth birthday. Just my luck.

I had a lot of items on my I-don’t-get-it list. At the very top: How could a homeless kid have a dad who was the god of abundance and wealth? Talk about a cruel joke.

“I’m blushing,” I grumbled. “Oh, no, wait. That’s the blood all over my face.”

I call it Andskoti, the Adversary. It is woven with the most powerful paradoxes in the Nine Worlds—Wi-Fi with no lag, a politician’s sincerity, a printer that prints, healthy deep-fried food, and an interesting grammar lecture!”

As my vision went dark, Sam and Hearth helped me leap off the cliff. Because, you know, what are friends for?

Such is human memory…you forget the truth and believe what makes you feel better.”