“Starting,” the Titan said, her beautiful face framed in brilliant blue-white glare and heavy shadow, “with you, little wizard. Empty night, but your breed is annoying enough to be worth killing.” I’d just been proximate to a divine beatdown and smiting. I’d just been struck by lightning. My snark projectors were out of alignment. But that was no reason not to try. Heck, every insult was essentially a different way of saying the exact same thing. “Yeah?” I wheezed. “Well. You suck.”
