You may call me Mogget. As to what I am, I was once many things, but now I am only several.
What's your name? she asked.Street rat, scum girl, you good-for-nought, said the child bitterly.What is it really? asked Anya....Why you giving us this? she asked.Because ... because I want to make ev...
Well met, Mistress Lirael. This ragamuffin, as your servant so aptly described him, is His Highness Prince Sameth, the Abhorsen-in-Waiting. Hence the bells. But on to more serious matters. Could you p...
Together, the bells and Dog sang a song that was more than sound and power. It was the song of the earth, the moon, the stars, the sea, and the sky, of Life and Death and all that was and would be. It...
There were also very special or dangerous items that had to be fetched in person, or even by large parties of armed librarians.
She was no longer a shy Second Assistant Librarian. She was the Abhorsen-in-Waiting.
She very rarely cried, but being brave took an enormous amount of effort. Sometimes she just got tired of keeping everything together.
Ranna, she said aloud, touching the first, the smallest bell. Ranna the sleepbringer, the sweet, low sound that brought silence in its wake.Mosrael. The second bell, a harsh, rowdy bell. Mosrael was t...
One thing I did learn early on was not to put all my trust in magic. If it can be done without magic, it's better done without magic.
Oh, fierce librarians, then? Tell you to shush and that sort of thing?
Millennia of servitude, Abhorsen. Chained by trickery, treachery... captivenin a repulsive, fixed-flesh shape...but there will be payment, slow payment —not quick, not quick at all!
Midnight Visitors,’ whispered Suzy fearfully. ‘With nightmare-whips and night-gloves.
I will not give up. It is the right thing to do, no matter the consequences.
I don't have a lot of valuables on me at the moment though... and I need the ones I have for my Quest. Could you perhaps agree to rob me later? - Anya
How come it’s all right for the bad guys to do whatever they want, and whenever I want to do something it’s ‘forget about it’?
Going through the arch, from mud into snow, from bright sun into the pallid luminescence of a snowfall, from her past into her future.
Garth on where Sabriel came from Sabriel grew very much out of the story... Sometimes people ask me, 'Why did you write a strong young woman character?' I just thought she was more interesting than if...
Garth on making his stories feel real Things like armour, clothes and other small details are very important in building up the reality of the story... I do spend quite a lot of time on things like cl...
Er, your librarians go into battle? When they must, said Lirael. The Library is very old, and deep, and contains many things that have been put away for good reason. Creatures, dangerous knowledge, ar...
Cats never liked to admit to names. Being named might lead to being held responsible for something.