“Oh, if she pulls this off she can have whatever she likes,” said Harrowhark easily—way too easily. “She’ll have glory squirting out each orifice. She can do or be anything she pleases, preferably over on the other side of the galaxy from where I am.” “Then I thank you for your mercy and your grace, and regard the matter settled,” said Aiglamene. “How is it settled. I have patently not agreed to this shit.”
