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Perhaps it was all a matter of the way you looked at it.

the night when Zorya Polunochnaya had come to him and told him about the constellation called Odin's Wain. She had taken the moon down from the sky for him.

It went on for a long time.

and then, in seconds, or minutes, or hours, Shadow could not tell which (all the clocks in his mind were broken, he thought, and their gears and cogs and springs were simply a jumble down there in the writhing grass),

He chuckled through dry lips.
"What's so funny, puppy?" asked Laura.
"Our wedding day," he said. "You bribed the organist to change from playing the Wedding March to the theme song from Scooby-Doo as you walked toward me down the aisle. Do you remember?"
<…>
"I loved you so much," said Shadow.

In the rain and the night the shivering abated; the knife blades were put away. Shadow no longer felt the cold, or rather, he felt only the cold, but the cold had how become part of himself.

Then the thunder, a crack and a boom

When the chattering started-an angry, laughing chattering noise-he closed his mouth, concerned that it was he himself making it; but the noise continued. It's the world laughing at me, then, thought Shadow.

The farmhouse was dark and shut up. The meadows were overgrown and seemed abandoned.

From time to time he would take out the glass eye from his pocket and look at it: it was shattered deep inside, fractured from what he imagined was the impact of a bullet, but apart from a chip to one side of the iris the surface was unmarred. Shadow would run it through his hands, palming it, rolling it, pushing it along with his fingers. It was a ghastly souvenir, but oddly comforting: and he suspected that it would have amused Wednesday to know that his eye had wound up in Shadow's pocket.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned. Town stood there with his hand out. He was holding something."Here," said Mr. Town, "Mister World wanted you to have this."It was a glass eye. There was a hairline crack down the middle of it, and a tiny chip gone from the front."We found it in the Masonic Hall, when we were cleaning up. Keep it for luck. God knows you'll need it."Shadow closed his hand around the eye.

He was just holding the rest of us back. With him gone, the rest of them are going to have to face up to the facts: it's change or die, evolve or perish.

There was a knock. Shadow got up and opened the door. It was the fat kid. "Those hamburgers," he said. "They were just icky. Can you believe it? Fifty miles from McDonald's. I didn't think there was anywhere in the world that was fifty miles from McDonald's."

After she had gone her perfume lingered.

Our kind of people, we are…" He waved the cigarillo about, as if using it to hunt for a word, then stabbing forward with it. "…exclusive. We're not social. Not even me.  <…>We do not play well with others. We like to be adored and respected and worshiped-me, I like them to be tellin' tales about me, tales showing my cleverness. It's a fault, I know, but it's the way I am.

It's a fault, I know, but it's the way I am.

"The hardest part is simply surviving,"

There was a man sitting in the lobby, in the near darkness.<…>He handed the keys to Mr. Nancy and walked away, into the shadows of the corridor.

"Big car, tiny dick," said Mr. Nancy.

Czernobog patted Shadow's upper arm. "You don't worry," he said, with gloomy reassurance. "Nobody else is going to kill you. Nobody but me."