taring, toucone sa Kerrigor ried to make tly ined look like t eitaste ood at least seven feet tall, ed and narroed. oo too long, and o ear.  bear looking at, for ts burning  eyes at all.

    But sometle of take a man, make retc . . .

    t lauguated by the snap of his closing jaws.

    ted as his body.

    “I am fortunate. three!”

    toucone kept staring, ill someten,  like . ed Kerrigor and tterfas, t, the golden cup . . .

    A urned ook  sword from his grasp. he suddenly refocused, gasping for air again, and saw Sabriel.

    S s o close in then, his vision narrowing, like a halfremembered dream.

    time devoid of frost. ermined, but ion as toucone oc  , going into danger . . . t Mogget too . . . yes, urn and go back, put Mogget’s collar back on, try and fight Kerrigor . . .

    “Run! Damn you! Run!” screamed Sabriel, as urned.  of rance , for t tection. Unurning o run faster, t dead, numbed by savage pins and needles. ing, and drumming, drumming fast. too, raised loud, ec cavern. t, and a strange buzzing, crackling sound t  rathan heard.

    tair, but Sabriel didn’t slacken  of total darkness.

    toucone lost  again, and tumbled up teps togetriking sparks from tone. Still tumult from being, all magnified by ter and tness of tting ty of perfection.

    It started softly, like a tuning fork ligruck, but gree, blorumpeter of inexible breatill t tarael.

    Sabriel and toucone botopped, almost in mid-stride. t a terrible urge to leave