When do we c-c-come and rescue you?''If I'm not back by nightfall, come and take a very careful look,' said Anya. 'But I don't expect to need rescuing. I'm not that kind of princess.

Will you turn me back to myself, please, Frogkisser?

How could anyone even start to put it all back together?''You start small,' said Dehlia. The raven had a very particular stare. Her single eye, bright with moonshine, was focused on Anya in a very...

I don't have a lot of valuables on me at the moment though... and I need the ones I have for my Quest. Could you perhaps agree to rob me later? - Anya

as if they were crazed stoats that had to be got rid of before they killed again.

What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.

How come it's all right for the bad guys to do whatever they want, and whenever I want to do something it's 'forget about it'? What's the good of being the Rightful Heir anyway? All I get is trouble!

Everything is always better for a walk.

You are a fierce Librarian, aren't you?

Lirael almost apologized, but she held it back. She did feel sorry for Nick. It wasn't his fault he had been chosen by an ancient spirit of evil to be its avatar. She even felt sort of maternal to...

Nick was watching her, too, she realized, as those thoughts clamored in her mind. But not with puzzlement or enmity. He was just looking, tilting his head on the side, with one eye partly closed....

I don't want to be kind of sorcerer, said Anya swiftly. Besides, you wouldn't... you wouldn't love me then, would you?We will always love you, said Tanitha. But you would not know that if you become...

Who can I trust?" Arthur blurted out. "Those who wish you well," said the Old One. "Not those who wish to use you well. Be a player, not a pawn

Lirael left in a daze of happiness. She had survived the ordeal. She had been accepted. She was going to be a librarian!

your librarians go into battle?" "When they must," said Lirael. "The Library is very old, and deep, and contains many things that have been put away for good reason. Creatures, dangerous knowledge,...

Every Clayr is given the gift to See some portent of her death, though not the death itself, for no human could bear that weight. Almost twenty years ago I Saw myself and your little dog, and in time...

Devoid of life, it was also devoid of the Dead.

It's a long way back. she said softly.Nick shrugged and held her hand tighter. Not so far as we've come already.

Some were Charter Mages, and there would not be time to argue rights and wrongs, so any aggressive magic he used would be countered or negated by these others, as was the nature of Charter Magic.

Millennia of servitude, Abhorsen. Chained by trickery, treachery... captivenin a repulsive, fixed-flesh shape... but there will be payment, slow payment -not quick, not quick at all!

I am the Disreputable Dog. Or Disreputable Bitch, if you want to get technical. When are we going for a walk?

Are you . . . are you the athask? The great one? Maybe, said Mogget. I can't remember. Mogget

And evil produces evil, evil infests places and attracts other evil deeds ...

Do a pedestrian or pedestrian trail choose the trail?

It's you I'm concerned about. You are letting your fear come between you and getting better.

they might refuse the evidence of their own eyes and continue blindly on over the ridge, driven by optimism and hope that finally they would find somewhere to call home.

Sixth comes Saraneth, also known as the Binder. Saraneth speaks with the deep voice of power, shackling the Dead to the wielder's will.

You have to know where you are to know where to go.

I don't particularly want to meet anyone. I'm quite happy by myself. Or at least, I was, back home.

Fear and realization of ignorance were strong medicines against stupid pride.