The Hammer of Thor (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #2)

by Rick Riordan

I’D BEEN CHASED by Valkyries. I’d been chased by elves with firearms. I’d been chased by dwarves with a tank. Now, lucky me, I got to be chased by giants with giant bowling balls. One of these days, I would love to exit a world without being pursued by an angry mob.

I LOVE IT when gods offer to pay for a dinner that’s already free. Almost as much as I love assault squads that show up after the assault.

Helgi rose, lowered the blinds, and sat back down. “Where were we?” he said. “Ah, yes, cake and sarcasm.”