Anansi Boys (American Gods, #2)

by Neil Gaiman

“Things. They came up. That’s what things do. They come up. I can’t be expected to keep track of them all.”

faint miasma of discomfort.

And then, after the kiss was done, how he stood, like a man who had just discovered the art of standing and had figured out how to do it better than anyone else who would ever come along.

he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.