“I am an ambassador,” Akretenesh warned me, anger bringing his confidence back. “You cannot shoot.”
“I don’t mean to,” I reassured him, still smiling. “Indeed, you are the only man I won’t shoot. But if I aimed at anyone else, it might give others a dangerously mistaken sense of their own safety. We will have another vote, Xorcheus.”
They elected me Sounis. It was unanimous.
Conspiracy of Kings, 260
frak me, this book.
Sophos, you are an adorable badass bunny. Don’t ever change.