Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river. — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon. — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator. — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
Sam picked up his pack, but before he could put it on, Mogget leaped onto it and slid under the top flap.… — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
Well met, Mistress Lirael. This ragamuffin, as your servant so aptly described him, is His Highness Prince Sameth, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting. Hence the… — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?"… — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
A Kiss," said Mogget sleepily. "Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose." "A… — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
Why, Yrael?” it said, as the last of the dark gave way to silver, and the shining sphere of metal sank slowly… — Garth Nix Copy Share Image
