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ged apart； as if in passionate expectation。
but her left arm was free。
kerrigor鈥檚 head bent forward； his face looming larger and larger鈥攖hen silver flashed between them； and the ring was around his neck。
sabriel felt the pulsion snap off； and she leant back； trying to hurl herself away。 but kerrigor didn鈥檛 let go of her arm。 he seemed surprised； but not anxious。 his right hand went up to touch the band； fingernails falling as he did so； bone already pushing through at the fingertips。
鈥渨hat is this？ some relic of 。 。 。鈥�
the ring constricted； cutting through the pulpy flesh of his neck； revealing the solid darkness within。 that too was pressed； forced inwards； pulsating as it tried to escape。 two flaming eyes looked down in disbelief。
鈥渋mpossible；鈥潯roaked kerrigor。 snarling； he pushed sabriel away； throwing her to the floor。
in the same motion he drew the sword from his chest； the blade slowly ing free with a sound like a rasp on hardwood。
swiftly as a snake； arm and sword went out； striking through sabriel； through armor and flesh and deep into the wooden floor beyond。
pain exploded； and sabriel screamed； body convulsing around the blade in one awful reflexive curve。
kerrigor left her there； impaled like a bug in a collection； and advanced upon touchstone。
sabriel； through eyes fogged with pain； saw kerrigor look down and rip a long； jagged splinter from one of the pews。
鈥渞ogir；鈥潯ouchstone said。 鈥渞ogir 。 。 。鈥�
the splinter came down with a strangled shriek of rage。 sabriel closed her eyes and looked away； slipping into a world of her own； a world of pain。
she knew she should do something about the blood pouring out of her stomach； but now鈥敗 ith touchstone dead鈥攕he just lay where she was； and let it bleed。
then sabriel realized she hadn鈥檛 felt touchstone die。
she looked again。 the splinter had broken on his armored coat。 kerrigor was reaching out for another splinter鈥攂ut the silver ring had slipped down to his shoulders now； shredding the flesh away as it fell； like an apple corer punching the dead spirit out of the rotting corpse。
kerrigor struggled and shrieked； but the ring bound his arms。 capering madly； he threw himself from side to side； seeking to cast off the silver band that held him鈥攐nly causing yet more flesh to fall away； till no flesh remained； nothing but a raging column of darkness； constrained by a silver ring。
then the column collapsed upon itself like a demolished building； to bee a mound of rippling shadow； the silver ring shining like a ribbon。 a gleaming red eye shone amidst the silver鈥攂ut that was only the ruby； grown to match the metal。
there were charter marks on the ring again； but sabriel couldn鈥檛 read them。 her eyes wouldn鈥檛 focus； and it was too dark。 the moonlight seemed to have gone。 still； she knew what must be done。 saraneth鈥攈er hand crept to the bandolier； but the sixth bell wasn鈥檛 there鈥攐r the seventh； or the third。 careless of me； thought sabriel； careless鈥敗ut i must plete the binding。 her hand fell on belgaer for a moment； and almost drew it鈥攂ut no； that would be release 。 。 。 finally； she drew ranna； whimpering with the pain of even that small movement。
ranna was unusually heavy； for so slight a bell。 sabriel rested it against her chest for a moment； gathering strength。 then； lying on her back； transfixed with her own sword； she rang the bell。
ranna sounded sweet； and felt forting； like a long…expected bed。 the sound echoed through the hall； and out； to where a few men still battled with the dead。 all who heard it ceased their struggles； and lay themselves down。
the badly wounded slipped easily into death； joining the dead who had followed kerrigor； those less hurt fell into a healing sleep。
the mound of darkness that had been kerrigor split into two distinct hemispheres； bounded by an equatorial ring of silver。 one hemisphere was as black as coal； the other a gleaming white。
gradually； they melted into two distinct forms鈥敗wo cats； joined at the throat like siamese twins。
then the silver ring split in two； a ring around each neck； and the cats separated。 the rings lost their brilliance； slowly changing color and texture till they were red leather bands； each supporting a miniature bell； a miniature ranna。
two small cats sat side by side。 one black； one white。 both leaned forward； throats moving； and each spat up a silver ring。 the cats yawned as the rings rolled towards sabriel； then curled up and went to sleep。
touchstone watched the rings roll through the dust； silver flashing in the moonlight。 they hit sabriel鈥檚 side； but she didn鈥檛 pick them up。 both her hands still clutched ranna； but it was silent； resting below her breasts。 her sword loomed above her； blade and hilt casting the moonshadow of a cross upon her face。
something from his childhood memory flashed through touchstone鈥檚 mind。 a voice； a messenger鈥檚 voice； speaking to his mother。
鈥渉ighness； we bring sorrowful tidings。 the abhorsen is dead。鈥�
epilogue death seemed colder than ever before； sabriel thought； and wondered why； till she realized she was still lying down。
in the water； being carried along by the current。
for a moment； she started to struggle； then she relaxed。
鈥渆veryone and everything has a time to die 。 。 。鈥�
she whispered。 the living world and its cares seemed far away。 touchstone lived； and that made her glad； inasmuch as she could feel anything。
kerrigor was defeated； imprisoned if not made truly dead。 her work was done。 soon she would pass beyond the ninth gate； and rest forever 。 。 。
something grabbed her arms and legs； picked her up out of the water and set her down on her feet。
鈥渢his is not your time；鈥潯aid a voice； a voice echoed by half a hundred others。
sabriel blinked； for there were many shining human shapes around her； hovering above the water。 more than she could count。 not dead spirits； but something else； like the mothersending called by the paper boat。 their shapes were vague； but instantly recognizable； for all wore the deep blue with the silver keys。 every one was an abhorsen。
鈥済o back；鈥潯hey chorused。 鈥済o back。鈥�
鈥渋 can鈥檛；鈥潯obbed sabriel。 鈥渋鈥檓 dead！ i haven鈥檛 the strength 。 。 。鈥�
鈥測ou are the last abhorsen；鈥潯he voices whispered； the shining shapes closing in。 鈥測ou cannot pass this way until there is another。 you do have the strength within you。 live； abhorsen； live 。 。 。鈥�
suddenly； she did have the strength。 enough to crawl； wade and fall back up the river； and gingerly edge back into life； her shining escort dropping back at the very last。 one of them鈥敗erhaps her father鈥攍ightly touched her hand in the instant before she left the realm of death behind。
a face swam into view鈥攖ouchstone鈥檚； staring down at her。 sound hit her ears； distant； raucous bells that seemed out of place； till she realized they were ambulance bells； ambulances racing in from the town。 she could sense no dead at all； nor feel any great magic； free or charter。 but then； kerrigor was gone； and they were nearly forty miles from the wall 。 。 。
鈥渓ive； sabriel； live；鈥潯ouchstone was muttering； holding her icy hands； his own eyes so clouded with tears he hadn鈥檛 noticed hers opening。
sabriel smiled； then grimaced as the pain came back。 she looked from side to side； wondering how long it would take touchstone to realize。
the electric lights had e back on in parts of the hall； and soldiers were placing lanterns out again。 there were more survivors than she鈥檇 expected； tending to the wounded； propping up dangerous brickwork； even sweeping up the brick…dust and grave mold。
there were also many dead； and sabriel sighed as she let her senses roam。 colonel horyse； killed outside on the steps； magistrix greenwood； her innocent schoolfriend ellimere； six other girls； at least half the soldiers 。 。 。
her eyes wandered to closer regions； to the two sleeping cats； the two silver rings next to her on the floor。
鈥渟abriel！鈥�
touchstone had finally noticed。 sabriel turned her gaze back to him； and lifted her head cautiously。
he鈥檇 removed her sword； she saw； and several of her schoolfriends had cast a healing spell； good enough for the moment。 typically； touchstone had done nothing for his own leg。
鈥渟abriel；鈥潯e said again。 鈥測ou鈥檙e alive！鈥�
鈥測es；鈥潯aid sabriel； with some surprise。 鈥渋 am。鈥�
how i write： the process of creating a book garth nix offers some notes on his craft to the readers of the perfectbound e…book edition of sabriel this is a brief overview of how i go about writing a book； which may well be quite different from many other writers and different to the way you like to work yourself。 however； in amongst the cries of 鈥渉ow could he work like that！；鈥潯here may be some useful pieces of information to help you with your own writing。
to me； there are really four stages to writing a book； though they do overlap each other； swap places at times； or even take over for far longer than they should。 these stages are： thinking； planning； writing； and revising。 there is also a fifth stage； that runs concurrently with the above： staying motivated。
thinking