g ligive even prettier, Sabriel felt to descend, felt t t same desire and began to look as well.

    to treams and rivulets t terlin delta, and far off,  Sabriel could see ta, some as large as football fields covered rees and swo armspans of mud.

    Sabriel picked out one of ttisled dohe wind.

    It faded gradually le and to descend, occasionally nudged t by Sabriel’s control of ts oilt of a s yello, being Mogget, looked behem and above.

    Even so,  see til t of t long enougo turn and see t-moving sinctively, ser marks in ling turning to th.

    “Gore croo pursue  their suddenly enlivened prey.

    “Yes,” sed Sabriel, t sure ion rying to gauge  or not. Sesting trol, as Mogget o   results. But sure of Deat gave life to tten, skeletal forms.

    Gore cro last very long in sun and  . A necromancer rapped quite ordinary croual and ceremony, before infusing ted spirit of a single dead man or ruly carrion birds, birds guided by a single, if stupid, intelligence.

    they flew by force of Free Magic, and killed by force of numbers.

    Despite ill closing rapidly. t tripping featrid flesheir spellwoven bones.

    For a moment, Sabriel considered turning to ter of t murder of cro too many gore croo figicularly from an aircraft speeding along several  above t al fall—if t kill he way down.

    “I’ll o summon a greater ,  formation—tstretco snatctle of te bone s lighe sun.

    But till glossily black and gleaming ss of ted Dead spirit in ty socke