Ianthe said, “We know where it is. Bomb it.”

      “We tried that, duckling, as I’ve told you,” said her teacher, but quite kindly. He had removed his kit of rolling papers and pouch of evil-looking innards, and had begun to roll a cigarette. “The layer of dead matter and Heralds is two thousand kilometres thick.”

Harrow the Ninth - Act Four, Chapter Thirty-Six