Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

Sam picked up his pack, but before he could put it on, Mogget leaped onto it and slid under the top flap. All that could be seen of him were his green eyes and one white-furred ear. "Remember I advised against this way," he instructed. "Wake me when whatever terrible thing is a about to happen happens, or if it appears I might get wet.

All of us recruits are equal in the eyes of the Army: low as you can go.

The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

Please," said Lirael..."I think I would like to work in this Library." "The Library," repeated Sanar, looking troubled. "That can be dangerous to a girl of fourteen. Or a woman of forty, for that matter.

For all my longer works (i.e. the novels) I write chapter outlines so I can have the pleasure of departing from them later on.

I am Abhorsen..." He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, "Father of Sabriel