Well met, Mistress Lirael. This ragamuffin, as your servant so aptly described him, is His Highness Prince Sameth, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting. Hence the bells. But on to more serious matters. Could you please rescue us? Prince Sameth's personal vessel is not quite what I'm used to, and he is eager to catch me a fish before my morning nap.

Being published is not a necessary validation or a path everyone wants to take with their work. Writing—and finishing—a novel is a great thing in itself, whether or not the book is published, or becomes widely-read or not.

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

May I say that I approve of a piece that tries to remake the entire puzzle?

It is taken care of. Nothing will not break into my Pit or the Far Reaches! I cannot speak for the other parts of the House, but we have Nothing well in hand here. I understand Nothing as no one else does! - Grim Tuesday

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

Maybe if I act well enough, I'll come to believe it myself.