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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—but that was only the ruby； grown to match the metal。
there were charter marks on the ring again； but sabriel couldn’t read them。 her eyes wouldn’t focus； and it was too dark。 the moonlight seemed to have gone。 still； she knew what must be done。 saraneth—her hand crept to the bandolier； but the sixth bell wasn’t there—or the seventh； or the third。 careless of me； thought sabriel； careless— but i must plete the binding。 her hand fell on belgaer for a moment； and almost drew it—but 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— two 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’s side； but she didn’t 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’s mind。 a voice； a messenger’s voice； speaking to his mother。
“highness； we bring sorrowful tidings。 the abhorsen is dead。”
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。
“everyone and everything has a time to die 。 。 。”
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。
“this is not your time；” said 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。
“go back；” they chorused。 “go back。”
“i can’t；” sobbed sabriel。 “i’m dead！ i haven’t the strength 。 。 。”
“you are the last abhorsen；” the voices whispered； the shining shapes closing in。 “you cannot pass this way until there is another。 you do have the strength within you。 live； abhorsen； live 。 。 。”
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— perhaps her father—lightly touched her hand in the instant before she left the realm of death behind。
a face swam into view—touchstone’s； 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 。 。 。
“live； sabriel； live；” touchstone was muttering； holding her icy hands； his own eyes so clouded with tears he hadn’t 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’d 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。
“sabriel！”
touchstone had finally noticed。 sabriel turned her gaze back to him； and lifted her head cautiously。
he’d 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。
“sabriel；” he said again。 “you’re alive！”
“yes；” said sabriel； with some surprise。 “i am。”
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 “how could he work like that！；” there 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 most of my books seem to stem from a single image or thought that lodges in my brain and slowly grows into something that needs to be expressed。
that thought may be a “what if？” or perhaps just an image。 sabriel largely began from a photograph i saw of hadrian’s wall； which had a green lawn in front of it and snow on the hills behind it。 many other thoughts； conscious or otherwise； grew out； upon； and over that single image； both before and durin