"Not the best of your American notions, perhaps." Tsyganov speared a chunk of fish from the can with a three-tined fork. "To deliberately contact an utterly alien entity from the abyss between universes ... an ultrademonic demi-god whose very geometry is, as it were, an affront to sanity ... That Creature of nameless eons and inconceivable dimensions ..." Tsyganov patted his bearded lips with a napkin. "That hideous Radiance that bubbles and blasphemes at the center of all infinity—"