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.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

Double, treble, quadruple bubble, watch the stock market get into trouble.

Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

‎"It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was because there was hardly any magic.

When the dead do walk seek water's run, for this the Dead will always shun. Swift river's best or broadest lake to ward the dead and have and make. If water fails thee, fire's thy friend, if neither guards it will be thy end.

Yet when ancient forces stir, many things are woken.