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Chapters (53)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Characters
  6. Foreword
  7. Book 1 Light
  8. Lesson 1 Fire and Ice
  9. Lesson 2 Aesir and Vanir
  10. Lesson 3 Blood and Water
  11. Lesson 4 Hello and Welcome
  12. Lesson 5 Bricks and Mortar
  13. Lesson 6 Pony and Trap
  14. Lesson 7 Hair and Beauty
  15. Lesson 8 Past and Present
  16. Lesson 9 Hammer and Tongs
  17. Lesson 10 Needle and Thread
  18. Book 2 Shadow
  19. Lesson 1 Gold
  20. Lesson 2 Apples
  21. Lesson 3 Feet
  22. Lesson 4 Love
  23. Lesson 5 Marriage
  24. Lesson 6 Bridesmaids
  25. Lesson 7 Celebrity
  26. Lesson 8 The Midnight Sun
  27. Lesson 9 World Beyond
  28. Lesson 10 Feathers
  29. Lesson 11 Ransom
  30. Book 3 Sunset
  31. Lesson 1 Death
  32. Lesson 2 Deception
  33. Lesson 3 Cake
  34. Lesson 4 Destiny
  35. Lesson 5 Names
  36. Lesson 6 Tears
  37. Lesson 7 Names, II
  38. Lesson 8 Judgement
  39. Lesson 9 Venom
  40. Lesson 10 Punishment
  41. Lesson 11 Escape
  42. Lesson 12 Dream
  43. Book 4 Twilight
  44. Lesson 1 Heidi
  45. Lesson 2 Angie
  46. Lesson 3 Darkness
  47. Lesson 4 Ida
  48. Lesson 5 Settling Scores
  49. Lesson 6 Settling Scores, II
  50. Epilogue
  51. The Prophecy of the Oracle
  52. About the Author
  53. Also by Joanne Harris

‘That’s right,’ I said. ‘Get somebody else to intervene. Preferably someone who’s dumb enough not to realize you’re using them. Thor’s a pretty good choice – I mean, he can obey simple instructions, as long as you feed him properly . . .’ At this point Thor gave a low growl, and I took the opportunity to deposit the piece of half-eaten pie onto the platter in front of him. ‘Or maybe you should ask Odin? That is, if he can somehow forget that you sold yourself to the Maggots, and all for the price of a necklace – oh, shouldn’t I have mentioned that?’ I bared my teeth in a savage grin. ‘It’s the Chaos in my blood. It sometimes drives me to misbehave. You’d know all about that, Freyja.’

Freyja assumed her Crone Aspect. Her skeletal face was terrible.

‘You need to get some beauty sleep,’ I said. ‘You’re getting wrinkles. And don’t drink so much beer tonight. You know it makes you fart in bed. Some men may like that kind of thing, but frankly, it’s unappealing.’

I know, I know. I was on fire. I couldn’t stop myself, which was, I suppose, part of the problem. Someone should have looked out for me. Someone should have stopped me.

Thor tried. ‘If you want a fight, don’t pick on a bunch of women. Fight like a man.’

‘The way you did at Thrym’s place, all dressed up like a bride?’

Thor took another step forward.

‘Or when the old woman wrestled you to the ground at Utgard-Loki’s banquet?’

Thor made a grab for me. I dodged and helped myself to wine. ‘Slowing down a bit, Thor,’ I said. ‘Mind you, the amount you eat, I’m not surprised. You should work out – better still, get Sif to lend you one of her corsets—’

Sif gave a wail of protest. ‘You animal! I do not wear corsets!’

That started me laughing, and once I’d started, I couldn’t stop. I went round all the circle of gods, and told them exactly what I thought. The Folk call it a flyting, a ritual name-calling ceremony, and it became a tradition. One of my many gifts to the Folk. Anger is often cathartic, a healing process at moments of stress, although I suppose that, at the time, I should perhaps have given it all just a little more thought.