Cer Magic on Cloven Crest.

    It  on to t lurked in to t of ter Stone.

    It  least, in t he sun.

    t y  in turies t in ters of Deats o t, demonstrating an incredible o live again. A  didn’t kno possessed before a badly cast ing spear bounced from a rock and clipped its t, just enoug fees of frantic life.

    By s of  self on te for t preyed on lesser spirits, and served or avoided greater ones. Alo life. Its cy spirit erupted from beyond te, smases in turn, till it  ravening into Life. icular spirit errible confusion and a mig t, in t o sneak around triumply into Life.

    ty of recently vacated bodies ed it and ran aer, it found t no even decided to give itself a name. t too difficult for a partially decomposed mouto voice. A male name. t remember s original sex uries before, but its new body was male.

    It o instill fear in ttlements t still existed in ttlements turing and consuming to keep h.

    Cer Magic flared on Cloven Crest again, and t it rong and pure— but . trengt t rong magic meant a strong life. t life, needed it to s to replenis back into Deat tarted climbing tting eyes fixed on tant crest.

    Sabriel saall, pale liging over ter toopped several yards astretched in welcome.

    “Sabriel.”

    to come from mucood, but Sabriel smiled as s ting. Ab t Sabriel t s menstruated.

    tion at yverley College—none at all till you een. tories about menstruation en meant to scare. None of Sabriel’s friends y before ion sered Deato