Literature

The two daemons moved through the silent village, in and out of the shadows, padding cat-formed across the moonlit gathering-floor, pausing outside the open door of Mary’s house.Cautiously they looked…

“Dr. Malone,” said Lyra in the morning, “Will and me have got to look for our daemons. When we’ve found them, we’ll know what to do. But we can’t be…

Mary couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, something made her sway and lurch as if she were at the brink of a precipice, and she snapped awake, tense…

Next morning Lyra woke up from a dream in which Pantalaimon had come back to her and revealed his final shape; and she had loved it, but now she had…

Introduction This essay discusses the legal and ethical issues arising from a scenario where Sarah, aged 86 who is a retired nurse has refused to undergo invasive medical treatment for…

The wide golden prairie that Lee Scoresby’s ghost had seen briefly through the window was lying quiet under the first sun of morning.Golden, but also yellow, brown, green, and every…

Mrs. Coulter whispered to the shadow beside her:”Look how he hides, Metatron! He creeps through the dark like a rat…” They stood on a ledge high up in the great…

The intention craft was being piloted by Mrs. Coulter. She and her daemon were alone in the cockpit.The barometric altimeter was little use in the storm, but she could judge…

It was desperately hard for Lyra and Will to leave that sweet world where they had slept the night before, but if they were ever going to find their daemons,…

Lord Asriel said, “Marisa, wake up. We’re about to land.”A blustery dawn was breaking over the basalt fortress as the intention craft flew in from the south. Mrs. Coulter, sore…

Once the mulefa began to build the platform for Mary, they worked quickly and well. She enjoyed watching them, because they could discuss without quarreling and cooperate without getting in…

It was dark, with an enfolding blackness that pressed on Lyra’s eyes so heavily that she almost felt the weight of the thousands of tons of rock above them. The…

The cataract of Saint-Jean-les-Eaux plunged between pinnacles of rock at the eastern end of a spur of the Alps, and the generating station clung to the side of the mountain…

Mrs. Coulter waited till nightfall before she approached the College of St. Jerome. After darkness had fallen, she brought the intention craft down through the cloud and moved slowly along…

“Will,” said Lyra, “what d’you think the harpies will do when we let the ghosts out?”Because the creatures were getting louder and flying closer, and there were more and more…

The first thing Will did was to make Lyra sit down, and then he took out the little pot of bloodmoss ointment and looked at the wound on her head….

Lyra and Will each awoke with a heavy dread: it was like being a condemned prisoner on the morning fixed for the execution. Tialys and Salmakia were attending to their…

The mulefa made many kinds of rope and cord, and Mary Malone spent a morning inspecting and testing the ones Atal’s family had in their stores before choosing what she…

Here and there, fires had been lit among the ruins. The town was a jumble, with no streets, no squares, and no open spaces except where a building had fallen….

Lyra was awake before dawn, with Pantalaimon shivering at her breast, and she got up to walk about and warm herself up as the gray light seeped into the sky….