You were God of the sun, of luck, of craft, art, of everything valuable to civilization. The shining one, they called you. You saved your people from their old enemy. Lamfada, they called you. Long-hand. For your skill with your spear. You had fight in you when they needed to fight. Because of you, they survived.

Buile Suibhne is a 12th-century Irish tale about Suibhne mac Colmain, king of the Dál nAraidi, driven insane by the curse of Saint Ronan Finn. In his insanity, Suibhne flees the Battle of Mag Rath, also known as the Battle of Moira.

The jukebox began to play the Velvet Underground’s “Who Loves the Sun?” Shadow thought it a strange song to find on a jukebox.  – American Gods, pg. 50

Over the following years, Essie became an accomplished shoplifter, her wide skirts capable of containing a multitude of sins. Though the work was not honest, she lived by her own labors and owed thanks to no man.

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