ond,  into Deat into he bells faded, Kerrigor changed.

    Fiery eyes and mouto eacen o a narroo t ers for a moment, traigo th.

    it scream, Saranetars,  craso turned to dust, drifting through Sabriel’s fingers like smoke.

    Sabriel stared at y ill feeling t of bell-handles . . .

    t any conscious t, t in  before so it, Rogir stood up and looked at  eyes of Kerrigor.

    “An inconvenience,”  .”

    Sabriel lunged at e sparks as it struck, punc to project out t Kerrigor only laugill  teel. Sabriel tugged at t it  come free.

    “No s no ruled before ter,  po made t no, my he breaking!”

    , and pulled to , till t  ried to let go, but oo quick, one ccibly, Kerrigor drew owards him.

    “ill you sleep, unknoill t Stones are ready for your blood?” ep of the way?”

    Sabriel stared back, meeting  time. Surely, test spark of blazing , and felt t expanding? “  his magically preserved flesh.

    “Your lover craoic sig I s kiss . . .”

    t  sill feel tal expanding . . .

    Kerrigor’s blistered lips moved to surned  t second, and felt, dry, corpse-like flesh slide across her cheek.

    “A sisterly kiss,” cly before—but it is not enough . . .”

    Again,  just  a force grip  back to face , as if in passionate expectation.

    But  arm was free.

    Kerrigor’s  forhe ring was around his neck.

    Sabriel felt t back, trying to  Kerrigor didn’t let go of  not anxious.   up to touc tips.

    “ is this? Some relic of . . .”