Quotes About Sabriel

I am Abhorsen... He looked at the baby again and added, almost with a note of surprise, Father of Sabriel

I used to think like that at school, Sabriel answered. Dreaming about the Old Kingdom. Proper Charter Magic. Dead to bind. Princes to be -- Rescued?

She looked competent, professional, a traveller who could look after herself. At the same time, she looked less like someone called Sabriel and more like the Abhorsen, capital letter and all.

In the expectant quiet, there were only the usual sounds of the night. Wind in the big trees out past the school wall, starting to rise as the sky darkened, Crickets beginning to chirp. Then Sabriel heard it--the massed grinding of Dead joints, no longer joined by gristle; the padding of Dead feet, bones like hobnails clicking through necrotic flesh.