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

by Rick Riordan

I TOLD MY NEW FRIENDS I was allergic to dismemberment.

“You’re Loki.”

It’s Tom Hiddilson!

🤨

The gods had me, ah, properly restrained.

my son, the Wolf.”

Fenris!

Loki and Pop-Tarts;

“Magnus Chase. I, um—you resurrected with incredible speed.”

The chosen one!!

Gunilla Gets Blowtorched and It’s Not Funny. Okay, It’s a Little Bit Funny

THE MAIN THING I discovered: Valhalla needed GPS.

Muspellheim,

YOOOOOOOO

Some Vanir have palaces in Asgard, the seat of the Aesir gods, but the Vanir also have their own world, Vanaheim.

Just a thought I had, we usually think of asgard as the "palace" of the nine realms, the top. But in reality, Asgard an Vaniheim should be considered equals as they are both homes for the gods.

I’m not saying all children of the Vanir go to Folkvanger—” “You put them in a Volkswagen?” “Folkvanger. It’s the name of Freya’s hall for the slain.”

He’d just gotten the gentleman’s pedicure

I didn’t want to get wrapped up in some Viking Doomsday,

I wonder if this is a common thought for newcomers to valhalla

He looked like a very short, well-groomed African American cowboy hit man.

this thane called you a dwarf and an elf. I’m guessing”—I pointed at Blitz—“you’re the dwarf?” “Typical,” Blitz grumbled. “Assume I’m the dwarf because I’m short.” “So you’re not the dwarf?” He sighed. “No. I’m the dwarf.”

“But…you guys don’t look that different from humans.” “Actually,” Blitz said, “humans don’t look that different from dwarves and elves.”

This... makes a lot of sense

“It’s the Squirrel.”

“This is going to get us laundry duty for a decade, but we’ll help you.”

Mallory a real one

Halfborn Gunderson stumbled out of his room wearing nothing but smiley-face boxers, double-bladed axes in his hands.

Badass

I read my own obituary.

The first time I saw a sunset… He hesitated, then splayed both hands in front of his chest like he was having a heart attack: the sign for scared.

“But don’t elves have stuff humans would be scared of? Like…alf seidr?” A light kindled in Hearth’s eyes. How do you know that term?

This is so cute

My hands were shaking. The idea of seeing my dead self was more unnerving than actually dying.

When I saw my own face in the coffin, I nearly threw up.

She tackled me in a hug. As I may have mentioned, I’m not a big fan of physical contact, but after all I’d been through, a hug from Annabeth was enough to make me crumble.

“Are you going to make me ask? I thought you were dead, you butt.” I couldn’t help smiling. It had been ten years since she’d called me a butt. We were overdue.

Still lying on the ground, Hearth signed, Somebody please kill her.

Mood

Blitz stood straight, which didn’t make him much taller.

“Lord Mimir,”

YOOOOOO

Maybe he would gurgle more threateningly.

“Lord Mister Bubbles—” “Mimir.”

Now I could fit this Norse goddess into the Magnus Chase worldview. Ran was a bag lady. I could work with a bag lady.

For the millionth time, I wanted to find my frolicking summer-god dad and smack him.

A pen sword. That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.

Percy Jackson Slander

ailure.

Real

I wanted to get a meat hook and go fishing with Gunilla as bait.

His front teeth were twin wedges of white enamel terror. His claws were scimitars. His eyes were sulfur yellow, burning with fury.

On either side of the steps lounged a calico house cat the size of a saber-toothed tiger.

I need

Freya Is Pretty! She Has Cats!

Gleipnir, Gleipnir, strong and stout, wrapped the Wolf around the snout.’

The most unreal thing about the bar was Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space” blasting from the speakers.

“I call it the Expando-Duck. It’s perfect if you need a small metal duck. Or a larger metal duck.”

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!”

The sword hummed for attention.

Mood

We’ll sail to Asgard and destroy the gods. It’ll be awesome.”

Def something loki would say

“You were tied on a stone slab,” I said. “With poison from a snake dripping on your face. I know.” “Do you?” Loki pulled back his cuffs, showing me the raw scars on his wrists. “The gods were not content to punish me with eternal torture. They took out their wrath upon my two favorite sons—Vali and Narvi. They turned Vali into a wolf and watched with amusement while he disemboweled his brother Narvi. Then they shot and gutted the wolf. The gods took my innocent sons’ own entrails…” Loki’s voice cracked with grief. “Well, Magnus Chase, let’s just say I was not bound with ropes.”

Oh good lord

Oh, and have fun getting mouth-to-mouth from a goat.”

The goat brayed. “Sure, I understand. You don’t want to know my problems. No one does. I’ll be over here, weeping or whatever. Just ignore me.”

Pick me goat

Later, Hearth told me. Thank you…brother.

Sobbing