Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield with Crows

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield with CrowsVincent van Gogh The Starry NightEdmund Blair Leighton God Speed
However, his arms encircled the angel's wings, cramping them to his side. And a moment later, Mrs. Coulter had leapt up between those pinioned wings and seized Metatron's hair. His strength was enormous: it was like holding the mane of a bolting horse. As he shook his head furiously, she was flung this way and that, and she felt the power in the great folded wings as they strained and heaved at the man's arms locked so tightly around them.
The daemons had all, even if he was once a man. And we can wrestle with him and bring him to the edge of the gulf, and we'll both go down with him..."
He kissed her, saying felt as soft and light in his arms as she had when Lyra was conceived thirteen years before.
She was sobbing quietly. When she could speak, she whispered:
"I told him I was going