finger drater. Sabriel stepped out onto it, and ers cras closed up and, as  ed to make  step, th disappeared.

    t . t current. t oo.

    Not total darkness promised at terfalls, but t quality in its greyness. A blurring effect, t made it difficult to see furtouch.

    Sabriel continued carefully, using o probe tted by many necromancers and not a ferust o tread confidently a speed.

    Al. test trace of  it  to Life. So go on.

    te ially an enormous  least t , and  ligo o its rim. Sabriel icularly careful e—so sense ts tug against  an early age. Sopped ried to focus on tly raging whirlpool.

    A faint squelcurn, s full arm-stretc circle of Cer-spelled steel. It struck Dead spirit-fles jumped back, at t scream, but se oo close.

    t stepped back, its ly severed neck. It  to begin   trailed dos knees, into ts  all, possessed a mouteet s eyepits, a ceristic of te.

    It snarled and brougs long, ske of ter to try and straigs tempting to rest it back atop the cleanly hewn neck.

    Sabriel struck again, and to t, te across ter. t o te.

    tood arted to cautiously step sides remaining  of it.

    Sabriel c cautiously, debating o bind it to o send it on its o final deat using t everytes at least—and s  t.

    took anotep, and fell sideo a deep  scrabbled ter, but couldn’t pull itself up and out. It only succeeded in getting across into t,  into te.

    Once again, Sabriel recited o  of ering range  in this place of leeching cold.