Locklands: A Novel (The Founders Trilogy Book 3)

Men came to the lands, men built in the lands, and then they built things to empty the lands of men.

There is no magic fix. That a better world can only be brought by what we give to one another, and nothing more.”

Because power and cruelty are easy, Sancia had said. What we’re making takes a shitload of work. So we must be doing the right thing.

“When I was young,” said Polina as she crossed the room, “I thought of war in terms of swords and spears and shields. But now I know it’s maps, and more maps, and calendars and timetables, and shipping lines and item counts—and then maps, and more maps again.” She stood next to where Berenice sat. “It’s deadly dull stuff, to be sure.”

I didn’t come to be saved, my love. I came to fight. And there is no dancing through a monsoon.>

How many realities have I killed now? How many stories have I suffocated and replaced in panicked moments like this, all to win this miserable war?