The Ship of the Dead (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #3)

by Rick Riordan

Alex Fierro gave me two thumbs up. At least I think that was the gesture. It was hard to be sure from this distance.

I would show this wolf how well I could fight…or, you know, how fast I could run away, depending on what the situation called for.

Nobody in Valhalla could explain to me why we had a gateway in Forever 21.

TYPICAL. SOMEBODY says fruity edge and immediately my name comes to mind.

“Please, call me Blitz,” said Blitz. “Mr. Dwarf was my father.”

(Vikings are huge Abba fans)

Personally, I liked my cursed rings to at least do something cool, like turn you invisible and let you see the Eye of Sauron.

An act like that affects your wyrd.” I frowned. “You mean it affects you weirdly?” “No. Your wyrd.” “You’re weird,” I muttered. “He means fate,” Blitzen put in,

“You smell like that Dumpster on Park Street.” “Thanks,” I said. “That’s the smell I was going for.”