Soft clouds, gentle winds, gold-lined buildings, and the scent of nectar in the air. Oh, it was all so sickeningly familiar. The Heavenly Embassy was a clear imitation of the meadow all cherubuns hailed from. But it lacked one figure that made the entire illusion crumble. No Melangel. No heavenly guardian hovering over her shoulder, keeping accounts of rights and wrongs, chastising their charges – no one to keep them under control. The closest equivalent was Primrose.
Oh yes, Rook re...
