AmericanGods

American Gods By Neil Gaiman "All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end." Part One: Shadows Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Part Two: MY AINSEL Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Part Three: The Moment of the Storm Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Part Four - EPILOGUE: Something That the Dead Are Keeping Back Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty POSTSCRIPT Part One: Shadows Chapter One The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, on the north we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis, on the east we are bounded by the rising sun, on the south we are bounded by the procession of the Equinoxes, and on the west by the day of judgement. -The American Joe Miller’s Jest Book Shadow had done three years......