He patted my hand where it lay on the white fence between us. "Don't worry, it gets easier the longer you live here. Just don't think too hard about it."

Don't think too hard about it. Easy advice to give, when you weren't the one getting your entire worldview tipped on its ass.

Odin gave my hand a final squeeze and winked at me. "Besides, it gets fun here on the weekends."

"Oh?" I couldn't help the note of sarcasm.

He winked at me again. "Sure. After all, any Saturday night that ends in bar brawl is a good one, and who better to brawl with than gods?"

I shook my head. What had I gotten myself into?