Disclaimer: The Abhorsen trilogy belongs to Garth Nix I do not own it.
A/N: This is pathetically short, but bear in mind it was just a spur of the moment kinda thing
Passing beyond the Ninth Gate wouldn't be so bad, but it isn't my time. And it won't be for many ages, many millennia, and many generations. The river's current pulls me, gray and soulless, like the silver bells the Abhorsen wield. But I am too wise to submit and let it carry me beyond the Final Gate; and though I am tired I will walk on.
How many Abhorsen have lived and died in the hands of Fate? How many have weaved through the spaces between Life and Death? How many have wielded the bells that ring in my ears? So many questions and no answers for me to answer and ask, ah well, that's how Life is, a mess of Death and the matter of living.
I pass beyond the Fourth Precinct and continue walking, tail wagging as I loped through the waters of Death. I am free, yet but still bound by the bell.
Still bound by the bell? A piece of silver, with a handle of mahogany and with the marks of the Charter? Ah, well the path can choose the willing walker, and the walker the path. I've never gotten that saying, but it seems to work for me.
So as long as there is a path, it doesn't matter to me so long as the Walker Walks.