George Stubbs WhistlejacketUnknown Artist Volk WarmthUnknown Artist David Winston Solitude
Lord Asriel was waiting behind a great block of granite, out of sight of the Regent. The snow leopard heard them coming, and Lord Asriel stood up as Mrs. Coulter came around the corner. Everything, every surface, every cubic centimeter of air, was permeated by the falling Dust, which gave a soft clarity to every tiny detail; and in the Dust light Lord Asriel saw that her face was wet with tears, and that she was gritting her teeth so as not to sob.daemon?" she whispered.
"The ghost of the boy's father is protecting both of them."
"Dust is beautiful... I never knew."
"What did you tell him?"
"I lied and lied, Asriel.. .Let's not wait too long, I can't bear it... We won't live, will we? We won't survive like the ghosts?"
"Not if we fall into the abyss. We came here to give Lyra tHe took her in his arms, and the golden monkey embraced the snow leopard's neck and buried his black face in her fur."Is Lyra safe? Has she found her
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