Cer Magi Clove.

        It    on to t lurked in to t of ter Stone.

        It    least, in t he sun.

        t y    in turies t in ters of Deats o t, demonstrating an incredible o live again. A    didn’t kno possessed before a badly cast ing spear bounced from a rod clipped its t, just enoug fees of frantic life.

        By s of    self on te for t preyed on lesser spirits, and served or avoided greater ones. Alo life. Its cy spirit erupted from beyond te, smases in turn, till it    ravening into Life. icular spirit errible fusion and a mig t, in t o sneak around triumply into Life.

        ty of retly vacated bodies ed it and ran aer, it found t no even decided to give itself a    too difficult for a partially deposed mouto voice. A male    remember s inal sex uries before, but its new body was male.

        It o instill fear in ttlements t still existed in ttlements turing and ing to keep h.

        Cer Magic flared on Clove again, and t it rong and pure— but . trengt t rong magic meant a strong life. t life,    to s to replenis bato Deat tarted climbing tting eyes fixed on tant crest.

        Sabriel saall, pale liging over ter toopped several yards astretched in wele.

        “Sabriel.”

        to e from mucood, but Sabriel smiled as s ting. Ab t Sabriel t s menstruated.

        tion at yverley College— all till you een. tories about menstruation e to scare. None of Sabriel’s friends y before ion sered Deatold    t summoned ion a     ansill Sabriel o return to Life.

        “he bell.

        t ans t    ued. Apart from ing, sions.

        Sabriel    really sure if tation    of ective magic left by her.

        “I don’t ime,” Sabriel tinued.

        “I’d love to ask about . . . o at t, I o kno to Fat . . . I mean Barhedrin Ridge.”

        tened, sures in    taken herself.

        “Go to t begins till it reac t be any cloud. Look to t red star, Uallus,    of north.

        Follo star till you e to a road t runs from sout to nort. take t road for a mile to t, till you reacer Stone be. A patone leads to tely nortake t ends in a door in to Mosrael. Beyond tunnel, sloping sharply upwards.

        Beyond tunnel lies Ab tarry, do not stop, no matter ens.”

        “ts.

        “Could you also . . .”

        Sopped as t of ed, “Go!”

        At time, Sabriel felt te around antly, surned on    o t almost seemed tt hen fell away before her urgency.

        Sabriel reac of o Life.

        For a sed, sed, suddenly freezing again and tted. A grinning, corpse-like creature    stepping ts arms reabrag out of a mouturally wide.

        to find ter Mage’s spirit e. ttle, but it ed over and    see ter marks t danced be    a sno very fortunate, particularly as t blazed ill victim icularly young and strong. till and ed arms reabrace Sabriel’s neck.

        Just as ed fingers stretced top-t t ing Arts and, later, lost . raigo tent and t ripped to eight inches of air beyond.

        to puso scream again as Cer marks flared on te- sparks plumed between    ered.

        “Abed th one explosive jerk.

        Already, ting ted, Cer Magic burning ted nerves, freezing too- fluid joints. Fire rose in t, but o distract terrible oppo ried to ss skin, areat into t.

        “Abhings, alive and dead . . .

        I will o you . . .”

        t the shriek of seagulls.

        ted on and o, and t it bind    leaked out of t. to paralyzed fleso the bell-ringer.

        Fury seetruggle, but t.

        Sabriel c of t, t ill trying to use t     success. S into Deat    ter Stone loomed nearby and s it as an everpresent fear, like a cold jewel upon .

        In    tarry, do not stop, no matter ens.”

        Sabriel t -first into t Sara and o pure, unadulterated fear. After all turies of struggle, rue deat last.

        Sabriel took up a careful stance, o tc srolled it, s back of odd figure eig to eac ttle mare, a dang song, a parade.

        t forces grip him.

        Strange, inexorable po made urn to Deat patically, ruggled against t break free.    e, to fall at last truggle and used t to form a semblance of a moutuff, a moutongue of darkness.

        “Curse you!” ell ts of Kerrigor! I will be revenged . . .”

        esque, gulping voice    free will.

        Sara Kibeting shere was only snow under a long-dead corpse.

        Even t roubled Sabriel. t exactly familiar, toucedly beloo one of ter Dead. tone did, as if tangible symbols of a ened.

        Sabriel coughe bandolier.

        o self , but surning it to t very tired as s t in    s move on immediately. ’s    ecold oo tone.

        too muucer Magi t    to reacs blackest. ty over sky. Soon, tars e.

        Quickly, Sabriel sed t stars t marked t’s Belt. S to car map in king as it cast a yello dare use any more Cer Magic till so sly: ts ot. In Aierre, ten degrees    of north.

        Norted, Sabriel started to make o t side of t, looking for t slanted doo t in darkness beloed to reac disappeared. At least teps to ts gentle slope proclaimed a long dest to the valley.

        In fact, it took several umbling and ser flame dang a little    of oo insubstantial to really ease    er, and s aken for marsion. In any case, it ial he sky.

        So muc, as soar, Uallus. eettering and    be stilled, and a s arted    ing itself t keep moving, sood—particularly as the wind was rising once more . . .

        Sabriel laugly, almost erically, and turned o feel t erly, gaining strengte.

        Colder, yes, but it also cleared t to t—and t cleared broom-stroke of tared at it, took stock of ttle sarted off again, folloar, a    in the back of her mind.

        Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter ens.

        ted as Sabriel found tter, sime.

        By time Sabriel fouone be, no trace of t aking to ion of ire body. s oo, despite tton fat so t, fad ed. Sifully eaten a little every    no open her frozen jaws.

        For a s time, at tact Cer Sto rose proudly beer-spell for . But soo tired to maintain it    tance of tone, and ted almost as soon as s’s    , and tion t she was being followed.

        It e, Sabriel     imagination.

        But s in any state to face up to anyt mig be imagined, so so go on.

        Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter ens.

        ter Stoer made t climbed Clove, but steeper. to cut t erode like granite, and t eps, carved ricate patterns.

        somet kno Cer marks, or symbols of any language t soo tired to speculate. Srated oep at a time, using o puso avoid the flying snow.

        teeper still and Sabriel could see tical mass, a muco t by t s seem to get any closer as td fro, rising furthe valley below.

        turned again and tle    reflected back from a    stretco eith had ended.

        Almost sobbing o ttle ligo disclose grey, lic even    lig    jagged, impervious rock, going up and out of iny circle of illumination. to go.

        earily, Sabriel k in a patc to restore circulation, before drailled it carefully and trated    mig be    once again Sabriel felt sometried to judge ant t from s.

        ever it mig oo far ao ood up, and rang the bell.

        It made a sound like tens of parrots screec burst into tself into tiplying into thousand birds.

        Sabriel stilled t ond put it a t it fix its attention on    qui its pace, like co a gallop. It eps at least four or five at a time. S t in    equal pace, but sill    to th and looked down, drawing her sword as she did so.

        ts of snoo step; impossible leaps, t ate up taite. It er rod. Sabriel cried out as s, a o fearful pages in ions of evil poured into     t ed    could pass at s body of bog-clay and    placed inside as its guiding force.

        Sabriel    once, but t y miles from tierre, and it had been weak, already fading.

        trong, fiery, ne uro one side, t running from a dog, but t    t its pointed    ran, a    s of someone falling to the squeal of fingernails on glass.

        Sabriel, a scream someud c, turo t he pommel of her sword.

        “Open! Open!” ser marks raced t not t ones for f a door, a spell s like simes tables, but ter marks just    e, and imes tig in ed Cer marks . . .

        t sileru somet t    been tall and strangely narros dark oak lined er marks dang tly at , touched Sabriel’s hip.

        Sabriel dropped hing happened.

        Sabriel tugged again, urning to look over    ging at w she would see.

        t tur er and its eyes met    to bear tred and bloodlust glos gaze like a poker left too long in t    floeps, flames dripping from its mout.

        Sabriel, eyes still closed, pushe ring.

        to tely, sed side, s of .

        As t read ting itself side-    o pass tal, t an arm inside. Flames boiled from its grey-green fles, and small plumes of black smoke spiraled from tench like burning hair.

        Sabriel, spraare in terror as taloned    for her.
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