Afterlife
By Otakuprincess
Author's note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! The plot begins to thicken now, so keep reading ahead. I still haven't exactly figured out whats going to happen yet (that's me for you) but whatever. I still have enough inspiration to keep writing. To my wonderful reviewers, thank you so much! I couldn't keep doing this without you. And to all those people who have told me what a wonderful job I've done of keeping the Dog in character, thank you as well! bows I pride myself in the Dog. I know shes not mine, but I wish, I wish! I'll keep trying to make her as real as possible for you. Last of all, as these next chapters come up, some interesting stuff will be discovered. You can flame me all you want, but I will never, never, never change my mind! WOOT!
Queerquail – I'm sorry I scared you! Of course, you'll be even more scared later. I can promise you that ( Thanks for the review, and I hope you keep reading!
Wild Blood Rose – THANKS! I like to keep the dog just like Nix described her in the last books, so there you go. About Kirel's father, you'll just have to wait like everyone else. No hints, not this time. I promise you'll find out soon. Keep reading and reviewing!!
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Lirael awoke in the center of the third precinct, fully aware of the giant wave coming up behind her. She remembered the first time she had seen this wave, carrying the souls of the dead to the last gate. Now it was coming for her, stronger than ever, like a great hawk pouncing on a field mouse.
Lirael was frozen. She couldn't move. She had failed. The dog had distinctly said not to journey past the Eighth Precinct. This wave would paralyze Lirael until she was past the Seventh Gate. That couldn't happen, at any cost.
"Kirel, help me...Sabriel...Sameth, oh please someone help!"
Lirael pushed her hand into the riverbed, speaking the Charter marks that would slow the current down...a bit. She pushed with all her strength, and managed to boost herself to her knees. She tried getting up further, but with no suck luck. The water was rising, swallowing her up.
Lirael laid herself down, prepared to let the river take her. She didn't want to die, but what choice was there? The river made that choice. Suddenly, Saraneth rang loud and clear across the Third Precinct. It was directed at Lirael, and she was too weary to resist Sareneth's call.
The bell overpowered her, forcing her to her feet. Lured by the tune, she walked straight through the wave, intent on serving the one who called her. In the back of Lirael's mind, her true self fought to regain control. She couldn't let herself be taken. But somehow, another tune mixed with that of Saraneth's. It was nostalgic, and Lirael was calmed for a second.
The mists of the Second Gate opened before Lirael, and she walked through, not knowing who wielded the bell. As she came into the Second Precinct, Lirael could see a figure cloaked and wreathed in Charter marks and the stench of Free Magic. The figure roughly took Lirael's hand and stilled the bell in its other. Lirael looked for the bell bandolier, but it was hidden under the person's heavy cloak.
"You...necromancer." Lirael struggled to speak. "You have given in to Free Magic, and so I must bind..." She collapsed to her knees, her head falling into the clear water of the river. A man's voice brought her out of her steadily approaching sleep.
"Abhorsen. A little tired, are we? That can all be changed..."
Author's note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! The plot begins to thicken now, so keep reading ahead. I still haven't exactly figured out whats going to happen yet (that's me for you) but whatever. I still have enough inspiration to keep writing. To my wonderful reviewers, thank you so much! I couldn't keep doing this without you. And to all those people who have told me what a wonderful job I've done of keeping the Dog in character, thank you as well! bows I pride myself in the Dog. I know shes not mine, but I wish, I wish! I'll keep trying to make her as real as possible for you. Last of all, as these next chapters come up, some interesting stuff will be discovered. You can flame me all you want, but I will never, never, never change my mind! WOOT!
Queerquail – I'm sorry I scared you! Of course, you'll be even more scared later. I can promise you that ( Thanks for the review, and I hope you keep reading!
Wild Blood Rose – THANKS! I like to keep the dog just like Nix described her in the last books, so there you go. About Kirel's father, you'll just have to wait like everyone else. No hints, not this time. I promise you'll find out soon. Keep reading and reviewing!!
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Lirael awoke in the center of the third precinct, fully aware of the giant wave coming up behind her. She remembered the first time she had seen this wave, carrying the souls of the dead to the last gate. Now it was coming for her, stronger than ever, like a great hawk pouncing on a field mouse.
Lirael was frozen. She couldn't move. She had failed. The dog had distinctly said not to journey past the Eighth Precinct. This wave would paralyze Lirael until she was past the Seventh Gate. That couldn't happen, at any cost.
"Kirel, help me...Sabriel...Sameth, oh please someone help!"
Lirael pushed her hand into the riverbed, speaking the Charter marks that would slow the current down...a bit. She pushed with all her strength, and managed to boost herself to her knees. She tried getting up further, but with no suck luck. The water was rising, swallowing her up.
Lirael laid herself down, prepared to let the river take her. She didn't want to die, but what choice was there? The river made that choice. Suddenly, Saraneth rang loud and clear across the Third Precinct. It was directed at Lirael, and she was too weary to resist Sareneth's call.
The bell overpowered her, forcing her to her feet. Lured by the tune, she walked straight through the wave, intent on serving the one who called her. In the back of Lirael's mind, her true self fought to regain control. She couldn't let herself be taken. But somehow, another tune mixed with that of Saraneth's. It was nostalgic, and Lirael was calmed for a second.
The mists of the Second Gate opened before Lirael, and she walked through, not knowing who wielded the bell. As she came into the Second Precinct, Lirael could see a figure cloaked and wreathed in Charter marks and the stench of Free Magic. The figure roughly took Lirael's hand and stilled the bell in its other. Lirael looked for the bell bandolier, but it was hidden under the person's heavy cloak.
"You...necromancer." Lirael struggled to speak. "You have given in to Free Magic, and so I must bind..." She collapsed to her knees, her head falling into the clear water of the river. A man's voice brought her out of her steadily approaching sleep.
"Abhorsen. A little tired, are we? That can all be changed..."