Fear and realisation of ignorance, strong medicines against stupid pride.

So are you saying that somebody went to all the trouble to make you a crypt a thousand years ago on the off chance that you might turn up one day, walk in, and have a convenient heart attack?

My parents are going to kill me!" "That seems rather harsh.

Even 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.

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

More advice. Don't go near the Old One. Do go near the Old One. Don't stay past twelve. Trust the Will. Don't trust the Will. I wish someone would tell me something straightforward for once.

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