Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.
Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?
Our parts now -- which perforce we must play -- are not father and daughter, but one old Abhorsen, making way for the new. But behind this, there is always my love.
I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.
Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.
Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together. I am not afraid, he said to himself. "I...
