"No," replied Liam, pinching the bridge of his nose like he had a sudden headache. "The cage exists because we broke the rules."
He pulled another book off the pile -
A (Brief) History of Magic - and did nothing with it at all, besides flash the spine at her and turn to put it back on the shelf.
"We looked at a problem. We said - this could be solved with magic, so why isn't it? And then we tried to find a solution. And, as it turns out, there was a very, very good reason you do not use magic on as large a scale as we were attempting to. My husband may not survive because there is the very real possibility that you and your kin will
kill him. You have kept us caged this long, and you can no longer. You are past the point of no return in that regards. The cage will open - but what will happen when it does? I believe that, in that regards, we may be diametrically opposed."
He returned his attention to
The Cagemaker's Conundrum.
"Oh, you know the expression," he said. "Wibbly wobbly. Timey wimey. Thirty millennia, give or take a handful."
