Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
Garth NixTime plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.
Garth NixEven now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity.
Garth NixWell 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.
Garth Nix