Five Great Charters knit the land together linked hand and hand. One in the people who wear the crown Two in the folk who keep the Dead down Three and Five became stone and mortar Four sees all in frozen water.
No! shouted Arthur. What's wrong with you? They're people! You can't just kill hundreds or thousands of Piper's children because the Piper might... just might... make some of them do something! Can't we? asked Dame Primus. She sounded genuinely puzzled.
She got up, grew her legs longer to get her body out of the water and shook herself dry. Then she wandered off, following a zigzag path along the border between Life and Death, her tail wagging so hard, the tip of it beat the river into a froth behind her.
For everyone and everything, there is a time to die. Some do not know it, or would delay it, but its truth cannot be denied. Not when you look into the stars of the Ninth Gate.
Sam swallowed. The dire pronouncement echoed in his ears, imbued with the faint hint of the Free Magic power that was contained within the cat form on his shoulder. He slapped Sprout on the rump to get her going; then he said the first thing that came into his head. Mogget. Shut up.
I am a necromancer, but not of the common sort, while others of the art raise the dead, I lay them to rest - or try too - and those that will not rest I bind, for I am Abhorsen... He turned to the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, Father of Sabriel.
When the Dead do walk, seek water's run, For this the Dead will always shun. Swift river's best or broadest lake To ward the Dead and haven make. If water fails thee, fire's thy friend; If neither guards, it will be thy end.
Time and death sleep side by side, said the Dog. Both are in Astrael's Domain.
Who can I trust? Arthur blurted out. Those who wish you well, said the Old One. Not those who wish to use you well. Be a player, not a pawn. And that is three questions and all your time.
If you like what you are writing, just write. Try to keep going before you stop to take a break. Keep going back before too much time has passed. And just stay with it.
I think I might love you too, Charter help me, but now is-
Noon sits at the Master's right hand, Dawn at his left. Dusk stands behind, in the shadows. Yet sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.
Yeerch. Soap. See how much I love you?
So are you saying that somebody went to all the trouble to make you a crypt a thousand years ago on the off chance that you might turn up one day, walk in, and have a convenient heart attack?
Double, treble, quadruple bubble, watch the stock market get into trouble...