Ren stepped carefully over a scattered pile of shimmering emeralds, nudged a giant, polished turtle shell out of the way with her foot, and began rummaging through a wooden crate filled with random odds and ends.
Syris was on the opposite side of the icy cavern, tossing bone carvings and piles of molted snake skins over his shoulder as he searched for his mysterious item.
As Ren dug deeper into the crate, her fingers brushed against something startlingly familiar. It was rectangular, smooth, and had soft corners. It didn't feel like a stone or a piece of carved wood.
Curious, she pulled it out and dusted off the cover.
Ren's green eyes widened. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and stared at the object resting in her palms.
It was a book. A paperback romance novel from her world.
