she did so.

    ts of snoo step; impossible leaps, t ate up tance betite. It er rod. Sabriel cried out as s, and felt t o fearful pages in ions of evil poured into   t ed  could pass at s body of bog-clay and  placed inside as its guiding force.

    Sabriel  once, but t y miles from tierre, and it had been weak, already fading.

    trong, fiery, ne urned to one side, t running from a dog, but t  t its pointed  ran, a  s of someone falling to the squeal of fingernails on glass.

    Sabriel, a scream someuck and c, turned to t he pommel of her sword.

    “Open! Open!” ser marks raced t not t ones for forcing a door, a spell s like simes tables, but ter marks just  come, and imes ticking in ed Cer marks . . .

    t silence, truck on somet t  been tall and strangely narros dark oak lined er marks dancing tly at , touched Sabriel’s hip.

    Sabriel dropped hing happened.

    Sabriel tugged again, urning to look over  cringing at w she would see.

    t turned t corner and its eyes met  to bear tred and bloodlust glos gaze like a poker left too long in t  floeps, flames dripping from its mout.

    Sabriel, eyes still closed, pushe ring.

    to tely, sed side, s of c in.

    As t reac, and ting itself side-  o pass tal, t an arm inside. Flames boiled from its grey-green fles, and small plumes of black smoke spiraled from tench like burning hair.

    Sabriel, spraare in terror as taloned  for her.