“The raven cawed from the edge of the clearing.
“You want me to follow you?” asked Shadow. “Or has Timmy fallen down another well?” The bird cawed again, impatiently. Shadow started walking toward it. It waited until he was close, then flapped heavily into another tree, heading somewhat to the left of the way Shadow had originally been going.
“Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.”
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
“Say ‘Nevermore’,” said Shadow.
“Fuck you,” said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.”
— Shadow, protagonista de American Gods de Neil Gaiman, le juega una broma literaria al muy serio cuervo que su jefe, Odín, le ha enviado para guiarlo

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