Loki, that’s me. Loki, the Light-bringer, the misunderstood. The elusive, the handsome and modest hero of this particular tissue of lies. Take it with a pinch of salt, but it’s at least as true as the official version, and, dare I say it, more entertaining. So far, history, such as it is, has cast me in a rather unflattering role. Now it’s my turn to take the stage. When it comes to a good yarn there is little more entertaining when there is a platinum rogue at the heart of it all. There is nothing better than that moment when you discover that most elusive of creations, the literary scoundrel. You know what I mean, one of those rare characters that by rights you should hate, but you can’t help but love. When it comes to reprobates Loki, the trickster god, is the grand-daddy of them all. Mad, bad and just a little bit dangerous to know. He’s the poster child for the self-absorbed. In fact, that doesn’t even come close to describing Loki’s attitude to, well, just about everything honestly. Harris casts her version of Loki as not only the main protagonist, but also the narrator of his own...