The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.

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

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

All of us recruits are equal in the eyes of the Army: low as you can go.

I certainly have had experiences of a sense of wonder at the world and a feeling that even though it could all be explained rationally, it still feels that there is more to it.

He was obviously a very arrogant ragamuffin, and younger than she was, to boot. And he was wearing a necromancer's bells! Apart from that, he was quite handsome, which was another black mark as far as she was concerned.

So I'll do that, and I'll do my best and if my best isn't good enough, at least I will have done everything I could, everything that is in me. I don't have to try to be someone else, someone I could never be.