Американские боги
Chapter 1
"Whothefuck’sHerodotus?"askedtheIceman,slottingtogetherthesidesofabirdfeederandpassingittoShadow,whoboltedandscrewedittight.
"DeadGreek,"saidShadow.
"MylastgirlfriendwasGreek,"saidtheIceman."Theshitherfamilyate.Youwouldnotbelieve.Likericewrappedinleaves.Shitlikethat."
TheIcemanwasthesamesizeandshapeasaCokemachine,withblueeyesandhairsoblonditwasalmostwhite.HehadbeatenthecrapoutofsomeguywhohadmadethemistakeofcoppingafeeloffhisgirlfriendinthebarwhereshedancedandtheIcemanbounced.Theguy’sfriendshadcalledthepolice,whoarrestedtheIcemanandranacheckonhimwhichrevealedthattheIcemanhadwalkedfromawork-releaseprogrameighteenmonthsearlier.
"SowhatwasIsupposedtodo?"askedtheIceman,aggrieved,whenhehadtoldShadowthewholesadtale."I’dtoldhimshewasmygirlfriend.WasIsupposedtolethimdisrespectmelikethat?WasI?Imean,hehadhishandsalloverher."
Shadowhadsaid,"Youtell’em,"andleftitatthat.Onethinghehadlearnedearly,youdoyourowntimeinprison.Youdon’tdoanyoneelse’stimeforthem.
Keepyourheaddown.Doyourowntime.
LyesmithhadloanedShadowabatteredpaperbackcopyofHerodotus’sHistoriesseveralmonthsearlier."It’snotboring.It’scool,"hesaid,whenShadowprotestedthathedidn’treadbooks."Readitfirst,thentellmeit’scool."
Shadowhadmadeaface,buthehadstartedtoread,andhadfoundhimselfhookedagainsthiswill.