~~Some time during the events from Book Fifteen…~~
Jerboa III patted sand over the box, making sure none of its wooden frame could be seen. She made sure that it looked indistinguishable from the natural sand around it. The group of dragons that were going to stop the Othermind had finally disappeared over the horizon, so she could safely bury the shattered pieces of the candleholder she had enchanted.
Jerboa stepped back. The sand looked like any other mound, and the box would never be found again. *I’ll make sure of that,* she thought, turning to her hut.
My new book, Weeping of Winter, will release very soon!