She'd made her Shailma so small—so small indeed—when in fact, he was bigger than anything she could think of … or ponder … or consider … or understand. Her mind could not grasp just how big Simeon was. He knew all things and was aware of all things; he was everywhere at all times.
Jennifer had no need to worry or fear or be concerned, yet she was all of those things. The oddest of all was that Simeon knew that his little one had found a new understanding of his bigness and that even though she was horribly afraid, she would keep going—not because of who she was, but because of who he was.
Suddenly, that became enough for her, and she found the courage required to battle the great dragon. Surely, defeating that dragon would release the souls of the ones Jennifer had fought so hard to free from the cure of the Trows.
Only time—and courage—held the answer to such a deep question.
