[ She could tell he wasn't lying. In real life, telling the truth was harder. Rarer. The less you shared it, the shoddier a job you made of it when you did. Shadow didn't know where to stop or where to start. Where his feelings fit among the facts. Jess sifted through the confessions to pluck out what was meant to matter to her.
A god. One of the Avengers was a god. Well, an alien that ancient humanity mistook for one, to whom the definition had been tailored so that any distinction was immaterial. Another god of the same stripe was responsible for the Incident. Why shouldn't there be more of them, less interested in the notoriety of Thor and his brother? Easier to revel in one's "godliness" without government exploitation or mass public scrutiny. Contrary to what Shadow feared, it made a frightening amount of sense.
Her grip tightened on her glass. She became aware of it half an instant before it would have shattered and kept herself in check. ]
Does he have any way of knowing where you are? Credit cards? Mutual connections?
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A god. One of the Avengers was a god. Well, an alien that ancient humanity mistook for one, to whom the definition had been tailored so that any distinction was immaterial. Another god of the same stripe was responsible for the Incident. Why shouldn't there be more of them, less interested in the notoriety of Thor and his brother? Easier to revel in one's "godliness" without government exploitation or mass public scrutiny. Contrary to what Shadow feared, it made a frightening amount of sense.
Her grip tightened on her glass. She became aware of it half an instant before it would have shattered and kept herself in check. ]
Does he have any way of knowing where you are? Credit cards? Mutual connections?