"Something was killing them. Someone, as it turns out." Gideon drains the last of her cold tea and reaches for the pot, topping up her mug again; she raises her eyebrows in Maeve's direction. "One of the adepts was a lyctor in disguise who, it turned out, was really fucking pissed off at God. We...tried a lot of things to stop her but, in the end, there was only one that worked."