99 Quotes About Magnus-chase

Sam and I couldn’t have done it,” I admitted. “You’re the doer, just likeFrigg said.”Jack floated over, his blade shuddering and warbling like a hand saw. “Frigg? Oh, man, I don’t like Frigg. She’s too quiet. Too devious. Too—”“She’s my ma,” Mallory grumbled.“Oh, that Frigg!” Jack said. “Yeah, she’s great.”“I hate her,” Mallory said.“Gods, me too!” Jack commiserated.

Besides, killing a ring dragon is a very personal thing. You would have to wield me yourself. An act like that affects your wyrd.”I frowned. “You mean it affects you weirdly?”“No. Your wyrd.”“You’re weird,” I muttered.“He means fate,” Blitzen put in, signing as he spoke for Hearth’s benefit.

Long story short: Alderman took the cursed ring. He put it on and turned even crazier and eviler, which I hadn’t thought possible.Personally, I liked my cursed rings to at least do something cool, like turn you invisible and let you see the Eye of Sauron. Andvari’s ring had no upside. It brought out the worst in you—greed, hate, jealousy. According to Hearth, it would eventually change you into a bona fide monster so your outside could be as repulsive as your inside.

I guess no true Bostonian would trust a place that was sunny and pleasant all the time. But a gritty, perpetually cold and gloomy neighborhood? Throw in a couple of Dunkin’ Donuts locations, and I’m right at home.

Is there anything more embarrassing than sailing into battle with half-finished figureheads? -Loki

One more thing," I said because I couldn't help myself. "Mallory, if your middle name is Audrey and your initials are M. A. K.. -"She raised an index finger. "Don't say it, Beantown.""We are totally calling you Mack now.""Mallory fumed. "My friends in Belfast used to call me that. Constantly."That wasn't a no so I decided we had permission.

I recalled my encounter with the sea goddess Ran, who had described her husband as a hipster who liked microbrewing. At the time, the description had been too weird to comprehend. Afterward, it had seemed funny. Now it seemed a little too real, because I was pretty sure the hipster god in question was standing right in front of me.

You’re the god of fishing,” Blitzen said.Njord frowned. “Other things as well, Mr. Dwarf.”“Please, call me Blitz,” said Blitz. “Mr. Dwarf was my father.

In case you're wondering, Old York looks absolutely nothing like New York.It looks older.Magnus Chase, master of description. You're welcome.