Breviário de leituras: American gods
«"So", said Wednesday. "Why'd they call you Shadow?"
Shadow shrugged. "It's a name", he said. Outside the plate glass the world in the mist had become a pencil drawing executed in a dozen different grays with, here and there, a smudge of electric red or pure white. "How'd you lose your eye?"
Wednesday shoveled half a dozen pieces of bacon into his mouth, chewed, wiped the fat from his lips with the back of his hand. "Didn't lose it", he said. "I still know exactly where it is".»
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