"Don't look at me, I didn't invent the stuff," he said, trying to banish the colour from his cheeks. "Why do you keep reading that stuff anyways? You should know it all, all the true stuff at least." Billy didn't like to keep seeing them, they reminded him of his father. He had told him every bit of Norse mythology he knew from the time he was small, every night before bed until Billy had snapped at him in a fit of childish anger.