ot t the sinkhole.

    t  difficult to cross into Deat for someto follo place to undertake a minor rescue.

    Once more, sing release.

    time, it   noticeable of ts very nature lulling listeners, beguiling to sleep or inattention.

    Second ts brus ing fingers, but s confident, ready for roll in Deatections of  to Death.

    Cold  less current, but sood erface bet t, and used inuing sligact o  ters of Death.

    Everyt, save for tant gurgling of ter about , and t Gate. Notirred, no s. Cautiously, Sabriel used o feel out anyt migo feel t spark of trapped, but living, spirit of to  here.

    t it seemed furto Deated. Sried to see it, squinting into t made distance impossible to judge, but notever er.

    Sabriel ated, to, carefully feeling fall, guarding against t. tely somet t quite strongly—it o be trapped spirit. Stle voice at t suggested it ure, strong enougo s o the river . . .

    Nevertever it  Ranna sound— a muffled, sleepy peal t carried tion of a yawn, a sigo sleep.

    If t . S o a good position, and reaco ter.

    oucotally unidentifiable.

    Sill  ures. Sometimes a spirit bore little relation to times living spirits became  too  long in Deat terpart of t lived too, someected from Deathe living body was preserved in wood.

    Sabriel gripped t-form under t rose up out of ter like a killer atue.

    Sabriel staggered backricksome eddies— but seadied  could drag her down.

    Ctle, Sabriel began to drag t-form back to