I walked and I walked, my mind shifting into primal gear that was void of anything but forward motion, and I walked until walking became unbearable, until I believed I couldn’t walk even one more step.
And then I ran.
“Cloven Crest lay before her. A narrow ridge where several slopes of the hill met to form a miniature plateau, with a slight depression in the middle. [..] There were no trees, no vegetation at all, but in the very center of the drift a dark grey stone cast a long moonshadow. It was twice Sabriel’s girth and three times her height, and looked whole until she walked closer and saw the zigzag crack that cut it down the middle.”
Crested gecko care 101: be sure to allow your gecko to read classic French literature. This will allow her to become cultured and superior to unilingual geckos. Do NOT allow gecko to take a shit on the novel–this is counterproductive.