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

by Rick Riordan

grabbed the nearest bit of rigging and pulled as hard as I could, hoping I had the right line, or hoping I at least looked helpful while doing the wrong thing.

You can’t hold on to hate forever. It won’t do a thing to the person you hate, but it’ll poison you, sure enough.”

How do you even know what’s true? How do you reclaim it?”

would have preferred a trip to the wildest corner of Jotunheim, the fires of Muspellheim, or even a public bathroom in Boston’s South Station.

Alas, me was my least favorite person to depend on.