It isn't like Strange to be so quiet, and his gaze is unfocused and scattered. He recognizes his friend's unraveled mind and silently takes the letter from him, hoping for an explanation of things.
When he reaches the mention of Sabriel he lifts his head and stares at the portrait on the wall. Oh good Christ. "Sabriel?" She doesn't move. He swallows down his horror and continues to read.
Sabriel and Jonathan both cursed in the same relative cruel manner, Hickey come back to haunt them, shadows and shades of dreams past visiting Terror. He believes Strange immediately. If anyone would know the kind of magic that would do this to the two of them, it is Jonathan Strange. If he says it is Fairy then it is Fairy.
He puts aside the letter and walks slowly up to Sabriel in her portrait. "Can you hear us?" he asks softly. "Christ, I hope not, Sabriel. Jonathan will get you out, dear girl. Hold on. Just hold on if you can hear me."
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When he reaches the mention of Sabriel he lifts his head and stares at the portrait on the wall. Oh good Christ. "Sabriel?" She doesn't move. He swallows down his horror and continues to read.
Sabriel and Jonathan both cursed in the same relative cruel manner, Hickey come back to haunt them, shadows and shades of dreams past visiting Terror. He believes Strange immediately. If anyone would know the kind of magic that would do this to the two of them, it is Jonathan Strange. If he says it is Fairy then it is Fairy.
He puts aside the letter and walks slowly up to Sabriel in her portrait. "Can you hear us?" he asks softly. "Christ, I hope not, Sabriel. Jonathan will get you out, dear girl. Hold on. Just hold on if you can hear me."