“An amusing fact about angels is that sometimes, very rarely, when a person stumbles and gets so tangled up that they turn their life into pure chaos and death seems like the only reasonable way out—in that moment, an angel comes to them, or rather appears to them, and offers to return to the point where everything went wrong, and this time do everything right.” These words greet Mokritsa von Lipwig in her new life. Before that there was stealing, swindling (in different sizes), and—apotheosis—death by hanging.
It’s not that Mokritsa didn’t like her new life—he was used to finding a way out of any situation and any city, even one like Ankh-Morpork. What really bothered him was the position of Chief Postmaster. Mokritsa von Lipwig is a decent swindler, after all—and the word “work” definitely isn’t his thing! But is there a choice for a man whose personal angel is none other than the Patrician Vitingari itself?