Another chance to preview a bit of The Warden’s Lantern:
Her body smashed through briars and dried leaves and she hoped no poison
ivy. Tumbling through a wild raspberry bush, her glasses flew off
her face. She came to a halt against the trunk of a scraggly tree. Her
exposed skin stung in slashes where the briars had cushioned her
escape. She muttered unintelligible syllables into the dirt.
She squeezed her eyes shut to shove away the pain, then
carefully patted the ground for her glasses. Unfortunately, they had
landed somewhere not within the swoop of her arm. “Fudge!”
Without them, she was as blind as a marble statue.