Jack (Sumarbrander) személy

Your sword is floating, Hearth noted.
‘Your elf is deaf,’ Jack noted.
I turned to the sword. ‘I know that. Sorry, introductions. Jack, Hearth. Hearth, Jack.’
Hearth signed, Is it talking? I don’t read sword lips.
‘What is he saying?’ Jack asked. ‘I don’t read elf hands.’

“How’s your eye?”
She touched the bruise. “It’s nothing. Alex just freaked out. It took me a while to understand, but when you take someone’s hand and lead them to Valhalla, you get a glimpse into their soul.”
“Did that happen when you took me?”
“With you, there wasn’t much to see. It’s very dark in there.”
“Good one!” Jack said.
“Is there a rune that would make both of you shut up?” I asked.

“There might be a way to get the hammer.” The words came out of my mouth before I considered what I was saying.
Thor’s eyes lit up. “You have a large bomb?”
"Uh, no. But Thrym is expecting to marry someone tomorrow, right? We can pretend to go along with it and—”
“Forget it,” Thor growled. “I know what you’re going to suggest. There’s no way! Thrym’s grandfather humiliated me enough when he stole my hammer. I will not do that again!”
“Do what?” I asked.
“Wear a wedding dress!” Thor said. “Pretend to be the giant’s bride, Freya, who refused to marry Thrym. Selfish woman! I was disgraced, humiliated, and—What are you smirking about?”
This last comment was directed at Alex, who quickly put on her serious face.
“Nothing,” she said. “Just…you in a wedding dress.”
Hovering behind my shoulder, Jack whispered, “He looked a-MAZ-ing.”