A false sacrifice
Shadow thought. "Hey, Jacquel?"
"Yeah."
"Do you believe in the soul?" It wasn't quite the question he had been going to ask, and it took him by surprise to hear it coming from his mouth. He had intended to say something less direct, but there was nothing less direct that he could say.
"Depends. Back in my day, we had it all set up. You lined up when you died, and you'd answer for your evil deeds and for your good deeds, and if your evil outweighed a feather, we'd feed your soul and your heart to Ammet, the Eater of Souls.
"He must have eaten a lot of people."
"Not as many as you'd think. It was a really heavy feather. We had made it special. You had to be pretty damn evil to tip the scales on that baby."
- From American Gods, by Neil Gaiman.
One of the worst books I've read (had to for AP English summerwork) but I keep hoping it'll improve itself. I think it may, when some of my damn questions get answered. Who knows, for I'm on page 250ish of 600. I still have hope for this (so far) waste of trees.
However, I do love this passage.