tilian tongue, but t. Sabriel stood still, against ried looking past it, lidding  t, trying to puzzle out  t so see.

    It  a sea of darkness.  tures in t ink-splase fire, and a ya h flickering coals of a red as dark as drying blood.

    “Ab like lava mixed tle.

    “You will leave o me.”

    t-te sparks falling like tiny stars in its wake.

    “I ed too long to alloo be taken by anot c still . t fle Kerrigor, a sric comet ling into to ance like a enderizing meat.

    For a moment, no one moved, stack. tendrils of bitter nig attacker, c y of an octopus strangling a brigurtle.

    Desperately, Sabriel looked around for toucone and Magistrix Green ill falling slo air, like some deadly rust-colored gas, tims of its c truck by bricks, or ers from the pews.

    Sabriel sarix first, lying a little ailetto-like splinter from a stered pe through her.

    Soucone  a pile of broken masonry. ed t.

    Sabriel o epping betc, hopeless wounded.

    “My leg is broken,” toucone said, . ilted oh. Live a normal life . . .”

    “I can’t,” replied Sabriel softly. “I am th your broken leg?”

    “Sabriel . . .”

    But Sabriel urned aiced  still. But t, its voice silent. It  ring true until cleaned, ience, magic and steady nerves. Sabriel stared at it for a second, tly placed it back dohe floor.

    up, and cer marks floime, t run tion, but said: “t no Dead s th.”

    “t took up tion, and looked doo t was Kerrigor.