Six Sentence Sunday, Nov 27 (Not My Apocalypse)

When Fenrir came into sight I felt like I wanted to go find somewhere to hide. He was bigger than Skoll and he looked nastier. He looked like he was having a hell of a good time tearing shit up and showed no signs of slowing down. I held Excalibur tighter and Odin’s son said, β€œCome on!”

I shoved the fear down and we ran at the huge wolf. He stopped smashing the building he was standing in the middle of and looked down at us.

Guys, this book is so. Much. Fun.

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