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

by Rick Riordan

This is why you should go to college, kids—so when you grow up you do not have to take a job as a magical goat.

When I need his help, he turns into a sword and kills things. Sometimes he does this while I wield him. Other times he does this while flying around on his own and singing annoying pop songs. He is magical that way.

Meinfretr translated as something like stinkfart, which was, naturally, the worst kind of fart.

Annabeth’s mom, the Greek goddess Athena, had fallen in love with her dad, Frederick. My dad, Frey, had fallen in love with my mother, Natalie. If somebody came up to me tomorrow and told me—surprise!—

“Alicarl is Norse for fatso, as Halfborn knows perfectly well.”

“Literally, it means unmanly,” Mallory said. “It’s a deadly insult among big loutish Vikings like this guy.” She poked Halfborn in the chest. “Bah,” said Halfborn. “It’s only an offense if you call someone argr who isn’t argr.

I wanted to wrap him in blankets and slap a “handle with care” sticker on his forehead.

She glanced at the sky. “Besides, who says Allah doesn’t help?”

I locked eyes with Sam. She gave me a shrug and a head shake, like, Yes, I heard. My copilot was briefly possessed. What do you want me to do about it?

NEVER FORGET YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. STRIVE TO BE WORTHY. NORMALCY IS THE KEY TO SUCCESS.