October 29, 2011

curling lamb’s breath coated her eyes, diffusing the earth ’til it vanished in early morning washes of white



October 28, 2011

Glacial debris shielding my chest and shoulders; I don’t have a choice.


October 27, 2011

She said, eyes like foxes crawling underground to die.


October 26, 2011

Palms to animal palms, again.


October 25, 2011

Four fingers under my jaw, lifting.


October 24, 2011

I read tonight and that was neat.


The alethiometer had indicated something uncanny and unnatural, which was alarming; but who was she? Lord Asriel’s daughter. And who was under her command? A mighty bear. How could she possibly show any fear?


October 23, 2011

Like I can see now, this bath’s nice, and there’s a nice warm towel there, about five minutes away. And once I’m dry, maybe I’ll think of summing nice to eat, but no further than that. And when I’ve eaten, maybe I’ll look forward to a kip in a comfortable bed. But after that, I dunno, Lyra. There’s been terrible things we seen, en’t there?


October 22, 2011

Now Lyra’s head was full of a roar, as if she were trying to stifle some knowledge from her own consciousness.


October 21, 2011

Clutching a piece of dried fish with my left hand hard against my heart.


October 20, 2011

The only blonde I trust is a twelve-year-old girl I’ll never meet.