Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a boy born in the nation of Addeh Sikkim, in the royal palace, who wanted nothing more than to lead his people into a new world of prosperity and hope. He was suited to the task: clever and able and well-favoured. I locked him in a steel box and burned him alive. I used his ash to dye my mourning cloth, and I took his kingdom as my own. I needed it, you see, to understand divinity.
—Shem Shem Tsien, Angelmaker