American Gods

He had such dangerous eyes, said Essie Tregowan.
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he dangerous blue of a sky when a storm is coming,

He smiled. If it were not for the cold, he decided, he would have thought he was dreaming. Everything felt so much like a dream.

I am going to sit on the roof. Would you like to come with me?"

"What do you want, Votan?""Initially, simply the pleasure of your company. And I have information to share. What's that phrase?…Oh yes. You may learn something to your advantage."

"That is none of your damn business. And no.""Did you want to?"Shadow said nothing at all.

Shadow and Wednesday ate breakfast at a Country Kitchen across the street from their motel. It was eight in the morning, and the world was misty and chill.

They gave him more drink, and soon enough he lay beneath the table with his head curled under his arm.

there were small bones braided into his long hair.

There was a strange taste in his mouth.

There was a smell like burning plastic. It was the cigarette, Shadow realized: it had burned down to the filter. Laura did not seem to have noticed.