“Listen, seedlings,” he said, leaning down to hiss at the plants, since he couldn’t be sure Angarat was listening. “I’m fucking counting on you. I need you to really concentrate and make a giant marrow, giant enough that Lyford gets all breathless and fluttery in his favored-of-Angarat parts and swoons off his feet and changes his mind about not fucking me. Okay? This is a team effort and I’m going to need you to put your backs into it.”
