"He was going to kill you," I said, my chin quivering.  "I had to do something."<br><br>Damn propriety.  Forgive me, St. Clare.  <br><br>I stepped forward and took him in my arms.  He was exactly my height, which surprised me; my awe of him had made him seem taller.  He emitted a whimper of protest, or maybe surprise, but wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my hair, half weeping, half scolding me.<br><br>"Life is so short," I said, not sure why I was saying it, not even sure if that was really true for someone like me.<br><br>We were still standing there, clinging to each other, our feet ice-cold in the snow, when Orma landed on the next hilltop, followed closely by Basind.  Kiggs lifted his head and stared at them, big-eyed.  My heart fell.<br><br>I'd told him I had no devices.  I'd lied right to the prince's face, and here was the proof: the dragon I'd called, and his dimwitted sidekick. <BR><BR><i>Continues...</i> <!-- copyright notice --> <br></pre> <blockquote><hr noshade size='1'><font size='-2'> Excerpted from <b>Seraphina</b> by <b>Rachel Hartman</b> Copyright © 2012 by Rachel Hartman. Excerpted by permission of Random House Books for Young Readers, a division of Random House, Inc.<br> All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.<br>Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.