Horace wrapped his fingers around the box. The world dropped away, and he swooned a little, overwhelmed by the sensation that a question he hadn’t asked yet had just been answered.
“This is it,” he said, though he had no idea what that meant.
"…in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives." – Neil Gaiman
Horace wrapped his fingers around the box. The world dropped away, and he swooned a little, overwhelmed by the sensation that a question he hadn’t asked yet had just been answered.
“This is it,” he said, though he had no idea what that meant.
Eddie’s phone was still buzzing, a text now rather than a call…DI Silver had called him twice. The message was from Teri Stone. It read: ‘Body found in flat on Liverpool Road. Silver’s trying to get hold of you…’
“Believe,” said the rumbling voice. “If you are to survive, you must believe.”
“Believe what?” asked Shadow. “What should I believe?”
“I was sweating, but the sweat was turning cold on my forehead. I jumped across the ditch of the last terraced field and looked down to where my home had always been. The house was gone.”
“You’re going to be leaving us, aren’t you?” the Magistrix said suddenly, as Sabriel replaced the bell and stood up, sword in one hand, bandoleer in the other. ” I just saw it, in the reflection of the bell. You were crossing the Wall…”
“Yes. Into the Old Kingdom,” said Sabriel.