“Your father is angry with me because he thinks I almost got myself killed,' said Sabriel, with a slight grin. 'I don't understand it myself, since I think he should be glad that I didn't.”

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

“Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together.I am not afraid, he said to himself."I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”

“Maybe if I act well enough, I'll come to believe it myself.”

“I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”

“I am not afraid," he said to himself.”

“Please," said Lirael..."I think I would like to work in this Library.""The Library," repeated Sanar, looking troubled. "That can be dangerous to a girl of fourteen. Or a woman of forty, for that matter.”