We bobbed in a boat fit for Charon. I stared at the claret river and reeled in my lure. "I didn't know the Styx had fish. Isn't it made of blood?"
Samael removed his hook from something that looked like a bloodthirsty salmon. He tossed it into the bucket. "It has a lot of things. The Leviathan, mermaids, corpses…"
Something bit my line. "I got one!"
My fishing pole was tugged forward with tremendous force, sending me over the edge. I splashed into the river.
"Great," I said, treading water. "My clothes are ruined."
Samael laughed. "You're horrible at fishing."
"It's not my fault these fish take steroids," I said. I pulled myself back into the boat. It was my third time falling in. I sat down in a puddle of my own making. "I don't see how this is supposed to be fun."
