lued to t, Sabriel stepped around t of t bodies and onto ter beneatly iced over, s it  refuge over it.

    Running er ection from dead creatures or t torpid stream  ed snoream  bet er. t t time of year.

    Sabriel sigly, tant, and te everyte t  another.

    Once again, s temptation of to take ture , to reso make these men live again, laugh again, love again . . .

    But  tory term t Free Magic necromancers used for ter revenants, tle of telligence and none of tiative. ts, ted corpses or t S  back.

    Sabriel grimaced as s of S t give tes and free ts.

    All sreat t and, in the bridge.

    It o dusk, and dark already in t stle voice inside  op.

    By time s  to t side too. So dark, so risk a faint, Cerconjured lig ar above .

    A slig one ed consequences, for, as s t burned into brilliance on t of t faded into red embers almost immediately, but left ter marks. One range to Sabriel, but, from two, ss meaning.

    togethey held a message.

    ter Magic about t ter Mages. ter mark on t body on t  .

    tainly hold his message.

    Sabriel toucer mark and t. t dark. A voice came from noal panic.

    “One of ter Dead! It came be from t turn back. It s, ! t Gerren. tell Colonel . . .”

    ever ed to tell Colonel  in t of ood still, listening, as if t be more.

    S ill, nauseous, and took several deep breatten t for all y ually die. termat to deal  not t.

    Souc again, just  ter marks ting t Gerren’s message er   Mage to ill