zorya vechernyaya is doing shopping,“ she said. “she will be soon back.”
“we met her downstairs,” said shadow. “she says she tells fortunes.”
“yes,” said her sister. “in the twilight, that is the time for lies. i do not tell good lies, so I am a poor fortune-teller. and our sister, zorya polunochnaya, she can tell no lies at all.”
And then Sweeney was trying, with both hands, to explain the history of the gods in Ireland, wave after wave of them as they came in from Gaul and from Spain and from every damn place, each wave of them transforming the last gods into trolls and fairies and every damn creature until Holy Mother Church herself arrived and every god in Ireland was transformed into a fairy or a saint or a dead king without so much as a by-your-leave…
American gods meme: Six Quotes → Mad Sweeney | 1.07
found the translation here X. I apologize for any mistake.
American gods meme: Four dynamics →
Zorya Vechernyaya and Mr. Wednesday
I am called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed. I am also called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and Hooded One. I am All-Father, Gondlir, Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows. I am.. Odin!
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