" What are you making? Or, more aptly, what aren’t you making?” Upon closer inspection, the pile of wood resembles a triangle. A crooked, timid triangle. “It’s a ramp for Loki.” I glance at the dog, who appears to be dead. “A ramp to… heaven?” I suggest. “To my bed, which is kind of the same thing.” Leo winks. “Or so they tell me. "

― Kristan Higgins , If You Only Knew