Chapter 13
Hours and countless courses later, I sit between Baza and Sam and listen to the pleasantries a group of angels with the military stance, dish out to Baza. Something about the latest plan of advancement and the decision he forced through at the last council.
I fight sleepiness and debate whether it would be regarded as appropriate to leave this party in my honour. By now, the singer has stopped singing and a trio of angel-musicians have taken to the stage, playing haunting melodies on their string instruments.
A very large and mean-looking angel with two dark grey wings enters the banquet hall and marches to our table. At the sight of him, the politicking warriors bow down to Baza and disperse into the crowd, sheepishly glancing over their shoulders at the newcomer.
The newco
