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5b66a4f
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Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there.
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the-gospel-of-loki
norse-mythology
loki
mythology
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Joanne Harris |
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3ddc588
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And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.
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norse-mythology
runemarks
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Joanne Harris |
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6d75450
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When the all-father in eagle form had almost reached the vats, with Suttung immediately behind him, Odin blew some of the mead out of his behind, a splattery wet fart of foul-smelling mead right in Suttung's face, blinding the giant and throwing him off Odin's trail. No one, then or now, wanted to drink the mead that came out of Odin's ass.
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hipsterism
norse-mythology
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Neil Gaiman |
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b1df1fb
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But if you write a version of Ragnarok in the twenty-first century, it is haunted by the imagining of a different end of things. We are a species of animal which is bringing about the end of the world we were born into. Not out of evil or malice, or not mainly, but because of a lopsided mixture of extraordinary cleverness, extraordinary greed, extraordinary proliferation of our own kind, and a biologically built-in short-sightedness.
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myth
environmental-catastrophe
norse-mythology
loki
ragnarok
self-destruction
end-of-the-world
gods
mythology
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a.s. byatt |
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057437f
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The black thing in her brain and the dark water on the page were the same thing, a form of knowledge. This is how myths work. They are things, creatures, stories, inhabiting the mind. They cannot be explained and do not explain; they are neither creeds nor allegories. The black was now in the thin child's head and was part of the way she took in every new thing she encountered.
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norse-mythology
myths
mythology
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A.S. Byatt |
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2886e78
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Now he understood what it was to be a man: that it was to be weak as well as strong, to be foolish sometimes and wise sometimes, to know love as well as to kill. And he had learned that there were other paths for him, other gods who called in the deep places of the earth, in the lap of wavelets on the shore, in the breath of the wind. He had learned that there were other kinds of courage. He knew, with deep certainty, that the islands held a new path for him. He need only move forward and find it.
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juliet-marillier
orkney
picts
norse-mythology
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Juliet Marillier |