"Do you know me, Shadow" said Wednesday. He rode his wolf with his head high. His
right eye glittered and flashed, his left eye was dull. He wore a cloak with a deep, monklike
cowl, and his face stared out from the shadows. "I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me. I am called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am
One-Eyed. I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded
One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are
winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn,
Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows." Two
ghostly-gray ravens, like transparent skins of birds, landed on Wednesday's shoulders,
pushed their beaks into the side of Wednesday's head as if tasting his mind, and flapped
out into the world once more. What should I believe thought Shadow, and the voice came
back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.
"Odin" said Shadow, and the wind whipped the word from his lips.
"Odin," whispered Wednesday"
- Neil Gaiman -