His dark materials, indeed. Here is a man that set something ablaze in me. I read the first one with a graduated belief, and by volume two, was longing for my own daemon. My cat yawned as I took a knife from the drawer and began fencing with reality.
Around a year ago, my pillow was Iorek’s neck. I never did cut holes in what is, but dust to Dust, a year ago I entered a world. Last year a world entered me.