Jack made a face. "I'd get into an argument every single day in Glacia," he said. "And I don't think I'm the right kind of man for that world even if you set the question of powers aside."

He had new strength, yes, but he wasn't meant to be a physical fighter. Nor was he terribly good at the kind of protecting men in Kaeleer did from the cradle.

He shrugged. "If you were exposed in 1902, you'd be a curiosity at best. But there's no reason anyone would know, and I'm not staying in 1902 no matter what Sebastien does."