River of Shadows (Underworld Gods, #1)

by Karina Halle

“Let’s just pretend for a second that everything you said has made perfect sense, and that you didn’t just talk about something tantamount to Frodo strolling into Mordor.” “Tolkien was very inspired by Finnish folklore,” he points out. “Yes, I know,” I say impatiently.

I didn't ...

You can call me Death. And I will call you mine.”

“There is but one singular Creator, Hanna. The word God is too weak for them. Beneath the Creator are the Gods. We are victims to the same impulses, weaknesses, and emotions as anyone else is.” He pauses. “Does that disappoint you?”

I pick up the French press, peering at it. Ikea. It’s from Ikea. “The fuck?” I mutter,

haaaa

I realize there’s a chance he’s still planning to murder me, but I’d rather die somewhere different, I guess. Surrounded by books sounds like a good way to go.

Preach

Death has a man bun. Words I never thought I’d think.

“My father has a saying, never trust the dead.” “I thought his saying was never trust the living? Which, by the way, he got from Beetlejuice.” “Never trust the dead, never trust the living, never trust a God, and never trust a redhead,” she adds, “which is all because of my redheaded mother.” “So basically trust no one.” “Bingo.”