Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.

A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

Yet when ancient forces stir, many things are woken.

Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.

I think having an open mind about these things is probably the most important thing, because even though I've never had an experience of the supernatural, something I couldn't explain.

Since being a prisoner was a definite improvement over being dead, which was what she thought was going to happen when the Loundergs had attacked, Suzy was quite cheerful.

Let this be my final lesson. Everyone and everything has a time to die.