“Because we can,” the duke said simply. “And because this world has too long dwelled in ignorance and archaic tradition. It is time to see what might be improved.” Manon made a show of contemplating and then nodding as she strode out. But she had not missed the words—this world. Not this land, not this continent. This world. She wondered whether her grandmother had considered the idea that they might one day have to fight to keep the Wastes—fight the very men who had helped them take back their home. And wondered what would become of these Valg-Ironteeth witchlings in that world.
