Juni 4, 2007
„He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi.
‚Hey,‘ said Shadow. ‚Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.‘
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on the side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
‚Say „Nevermore“,‘ said Shadow.
‚Fuck you,‘ said the raven.“
„American Gods“ – Neil Gaiman