I was just passing through the membrane of the mortal realm on my way home, heart left behind despite myself and the need I had to explain why Adam might or might not die, when Odin's massive mind touched mine and gave me the distraction I needed to do what I had to do.

Eve, he sent. The Pantheons have agreed to meet, as you requested. I've spoken to the usual suspects, but they refuse to hear more until you share what you know. I am aware it's short notice and that you hate ...