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By Garth Nix
The apocalyptic end to the New York Times bestselling Abhorsen series—an epic fable adventure to not be missed.
The Abhorsen Sabriel and King Touchstone are lacking, leaving merely Lirael—newly come into her inheritance because the Abhorsen-in-Waiting—to cease the Destroyer. If Orannis's unspeakable powers are unleashed, it's going to suggest the top of all existence. With just a imaginative and prescient from the Clayr to steer her, and the aid of her partners, Sam, the Disreputable puppy, and Mogget, Lirael needs to seek in either existence and dying for a few potential to defeat the evil destructor—before it's too overdue. . . .
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Tell her--and Joline--that if they fail to send regular reports from now on, they will wish they had never been born. " Her mouth twisted around that last. The name made Alviarin shift uneasily, too, and no wonder. Ronde Macura's nasty little infusion was something to make any sister uncomfortable. Forkroot was not lethal--at least you woke, if you drank enough to sleep--but a tea that deadened a woman's ability to channel seemed aimed too directly at Aes Sedai. A pity the information had not been received before Galina went; if forkroot worked on men as well as it seemed to on women, it would have made her task considerably easier.
Then who? The other Wise Ones? " "It was not women," Rhiale said, her voice faltering. "It was not--" Face pale, she swallowed. Sevanna turned slowly to stare at the dome, only then remembering to breathe again. Something had risen through the hole where the smoke gushed out. One of the wetlander banners. The smoke was not enough to obscure it completely. Crimson, with a disc half white and half black, the colors divided by a sinuous line, just like the piece of cloth the siswai'aman wore. Rand al'Thor's banner.
That bit of insolence could not be allowed to pass, of course, and had not been. Everyone knew that, too. It was meant to remind Alviarin that she was vulnerable, but the slim woman merely smiled her cool smile. So long as the Hall remained as it was, she was immune. She riffled through the papers in her hand, plucking one out. " That smile deepened into something dangerously close to amusement. " Even Alviarin had enough sense not to speak the Sanche woman's name in her presence. It was true, though; every king and queen, even mere nobles, seemed to be testing the limits of her power.