"Manon didn't move as Glennis lifted the crown and set it again on Manon's head. Then the ancient witch knelt in the snow. "What was stolen has been restored; what was lost has come home again. I hail thee, Manon Crochan, Queen of Witches." Manon stood fast against the tremor that threatened to buckle her legs. Stood fast as the other Crochans, Bronwen with them, dropped to a knee. Dorian, standing amongst them, smiled, brighter and freer than she'd ever seen. And then the Thirteen knelt, two fingers going to their brows as they bowed their heads, fierce pride lighting their faces. "Queen of Witches," Crochan and Blackbeak declared as one voice. As one people."