"See, I'm not sure about that particular god. Haven't met him yet," Katherine retorted as she emerged from behind the bar. She glanced along the line of bottles and carafes. It was enough. If Abi would manage to drink all of it, she would not make it through the night.
"But, yes, this madness is all real. It won't sink in today. Probably not tomorrow either. But eventually it will sink in and then it will be scary and wonderful and fucking mad. Even I still think that my current life is mad and I was born in a place like this."