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You don't understand!" screamed the tourist, above wanted to see dragons!"
"From the inside?" shouted Rincewind. "Shut up and ride!" He whipped at his horse with the reins and stared at the woods ahead, trying to drag it closer by sheer willpower. Under those trees they'd be safe. Under those trees no dragons could fly... He heard the clap of wings before shadows folded around him. Instinctively he rolled "But, the dragons-" said Twoflower, entranced.
"Blast the-" began the wizard, and froze. Another dragon had peeled off from the circling dots overhead and was gliding towards them. Rincewind let go of Twoflower's horse, swore bitterly, and spurred his own mount towards the trees, alone. He didn't look back at the sudden commotion behind him and, when a shadow passed over him, merely in the saddle and felt the white-hot stab of pain as something sharp scored a line across his shoulders.Behind him Hrun screamed, but it sounded more like a bellow of rage than a cry of pain. The barbarian had vaulted down into the heather and had drawn the black sword, Kring. He flourished it as one of the dragons curved in for another low pass."No bloody lizard does that to me!" he roared.Rincewind leaned over and grabbed Twoflower's reins."Come on," he hissed.

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friends with a character, to curl up in the silence of the early morning or late night hours, wrapped in the deliciousness of a book.
I think many people approach reading the wrong way: they try to force themselves to read, and see reading as a difficult YouFirst let’s take a look at a deeply entrenched concept: that reading is wholesome and healthy and Good For You. Well, I think it is, but is it inherently better than any of a thousand other activities? Maybe sometimes.
Is reading a book better than playing outside? Better than a good conversation? Better than exploring websites on a topic that excites you? Better than exploring nature? Better than playing sports? Better than drawing or painting or playing music or dancing?and tedious chore. Well, if that’s how you look at reading, no wonder you don’t have the habit!Instead, see it as a wonderful thing. Reading is a joy. It is a time of peace, of adventure, of exploration, of just enjoying a good story. If you learn to love reading, as I do and as many others do, it’s not really a habit you have to develop — it’s something you look forward to doing each day.On Reading Being Good For

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about is the point I'm broadly trying to get across, master."
Twoflower shook his head wearily. "I wish Rincewind was here," he said. "He'd know what to do."
"Him?" sneered the demon. "Can't see a wizard coming here. They can't have anything to do with the number eight." The demon slapped a hand across his mouth guiltily.
Twoflower looked up at the ceiling.
"What was that?" he asked. "Didn't you hear something?"
"Me? Hear? No! Not a thing," the demon insisted.
It jerked back into its box and slammed the door. Twoflower tapped on it. The door opened a crack.
"It sounded you playing dice! "
ICE, Ice, ice.
"Look, I had just-"
Twoflower stopped. The reason for this was the bright point of light that had popped into existence a few feet from his eyes. It grew rapidly, and after a few seconds was the tiny bright shape of a man. At this stage it began to make a noise, or, rather Twoflower started to hear the noise it had been making all along. It sounded like a sliver of a scream, caught in one like a stone moving," he explained.The door banged shut. Twoflower shrugged."The place is probably falling to bits," he said to himself.He stood up."I say!" he shouted. "Is anyone there?"AIR, Air, air, replied the dark tunnels."Hullo?" he tried. lo, Lo, lo."I know there's someone here, I just heard

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Yarg," said Rincewind and then, because somehow that was hardly enough to keep up his side of the conversation, added, "I don't think it looks very like me, though."
"It's easy to operate," said Twoflower, ignoring him. "Look, all you have to do is press this button. The iconograph does the rest. Now, I'll just stand over here next to Hrun, and you can take the picture."
The coins quietened the men's agitation in the way that gold can, and Rincewind was amazed to find, half a minute later, that he was holding a little glass portrait of Twoflower wielding a huge notched sword and smiling as though all his dreams had come true.
I expect?"
"Oh, fairly."
"No doubt fixtures and fittings get damaged?" They lunched at a small eating-house near the Brass Bridge, with the luggage nestling under the table. The food and wine, both far superior to Rincewind's normal fare, did much to relax him. Things weren't going to be too bad, he decided. A bit of invention and some quick thinking, that was all that was needed.Twoflower seemed to be thinking too. Looking reflectively into his wine cup he said, "Tavern fights are pretty common around here,
"Fixt - oh, I see. You mean like benches and whatnot. Yes, I suppose so."
"That must be upsetting for the innkeepers."

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And maybe when he comes I better pretend I still belong to him, and say I got lost or something. He won't know. I'll pretend. Are you going to tell the other bears about me being lorek's daemon and then belonging to you when you beat him?"
"I don't them?"
"Tell them.. .tell them that to make your kingdom com-pletely secure, you've called lorek Byrnison here yourself to fight him, and the winner will rule over the bears forever. See, if you make it look like your idea that he's coming, and not his, they'll be really impressedknow....What should I do?""I don't think you better mention it yet. Once we're together, you and me, we can think what's best to do and decide then. What you need to do now is explain to all the other bears why you're going to let lorek fight you like a proper bear, even though he's an outcast. Because they won't understand, and we got to find a reason for that. I mean, they'll do what you tell them anyway, but if they see the reason for it, they'll admire you even more.""Yes. What should we tell

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What about Mrs. Coulter?"
"No sign of her."
"And the kids? They got all the kids safely?"
"Every one. As the balloon began to move in that direction, Pan-talaimon came to perch on tThey are all safe."Serafina Pekkala cried out in a wild yell, and other witches circled and flew in toward the balloon."Mr. Scoresby," she said. "The rope, if you please.""Ma'am, I'm very grateful. We're still rising. I guess we'll go on up awhile yet. How many of you will it take to pull us north?""We are strong" was all she said.Lee Scoresby was attaching a coil of stout rope to the leather-covered iron ring that gathered the ropes running over the gas bag, and from which the basket itself was suspended. When it was securely fixed, he threw the free end out, and at once six witches darted toward it, caught hold, and began to pull, urging the cloud-pine branches toward the Polar Star.he edge

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Pantalaimon bristled warningly, and she knew what he meant at once. So these men didn't know who she was! They hadn't kidnapped her because of her connection with Mrs. Coulter; so perhaps they weren't in the pay of the Gobblers after all.
"Lizzie Brooks," she said.
"Lissie Broogs," he said after her. "We take you nice place. Nice peoples."
"Who are you?"
"back briefly. All the time the sledge was speeding onward, and Lyra pulled herself up more comfortably to try and see where Samoyed peoples. Hunters.""Where are you taking me?""Nice place. Nice peoples. You have panserbjorne?""For protection.""No good! Ha, ha, bear no good! We got you anyway!"He laughed loudly. Lyra controlled herself and said nothing."Who those peoples?" the man asked next, pointing back the way they had come."Traders.""Traders...What they trade?""Fur, spirits," she said. "Smokeleaf.""They sell smokeleaf, buy furs?""Yes."He said something to his companion, who spoke

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as close as a heartbeat, but we can never touch or see or hear these other worlds except in the Northern Lights."
"And why there?" said Farder Coram.
"Because the charged particles in the Aurora have the property of making the matter of this world thin, so that we can see through it for a brief time. Witches have always known this, but we seldom speak of it."
"My father head.
She heard Farder Coram say, "And does he?"
"Yes," said the goose daemon. "They don't believe he can, because believes in it," Lyra said. "I know because I heard him talking and showing pictures of the Aurora.""Is this anything to do with Dust?" said John Faa."Who can say?" said the goose daemon. "All I can tell you is that the Dust hunters are as frightened of it as if it were deadly poison. That is why they imprisoned Lord Asriel.""But why?" Lyra said."They think he intends to use Dust in some way in order to make a bridge between this world and the world beyond the Aurora."There was a lightness in Lyra's

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There's more than one kind of spirit," said Lyra reprovingly. "You can't see all of 'em. Anyway, what about those old dead Scholars without their heads? I saw them, remember."
"That was only a night-ghast."
"It was a glass dome inside which there was something too distant to see, until he pulled a string attached to a shutter above, letting a ray of sunlight through to strike the dome not. They were proper spirits all right, and you know it. But whatever spirits's moving this blooming needle en't that sort of spirit.""It might not be a spirit," said Pantalaimon stubbornly."Well, what else could it be?""It might be...it might be elementary particles." She scoffed."It could be!" he insisted. "You remember that photomill they got at Gabriel? Well, then."At Gabrielwas a very holy object kept on the high altar of the oratory, covered (now Lyra thought about it) with a black velvet cloth, like the one around the alethiometer. She had seen it when she accompanied the Librarian of Jordan to a service there. At the height of the invocation the Intercessor lifted the cloth to reveal in the dimness

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as'll make their hearts faint and fearful. We shall strike the strength out of 'em. We shall leave them ruined and wasted, broken and shattered, torn in a thousand pieces and scattered to the four winds. Don't you worry that John Faa's heart is too soft to strike a blow when the time comes. And the time will come under judgment. Not under .
"They got plans to make," he said. "You done your part, Lyra. Now it's for John Faa and the council."
"But I en't done nothing yet!" Lyra protested, as she followed the others reluctantly out of the hall and down the cobbled road toward the jetty. "All I done was run away from Mrs. Coulter! That's just a beginning. I want to go north!" passion."Is there anyone else who wants to speak? Speak if you will."But no one did, and presently John Faa reached for the closing bell and rang it hard and loud, swinging it high and shaking the peals out of it so that they filled the hall and rang the rafters.John Faa and the other men left the platform for the parley room. Lyra was a little disappointed. Didn't they want her there too? But Tony laughed

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Why have we caught the hug bug? Mental-health professionals cite everything from increasing population density to community spirit among millennials. Some theories point to 9/11 bringing the country together and to The " and making other kids late for class.
And let's not forget the increasing popularity of workplace hugs, which can be especially confusing, notes Susan Dunn, an executive coach in Dallas. "I have to say, 'O.K., there's a hug, and then there's a hug,'" she notes, the kind that can Sopranos showing that tough guys can hug too. More recently, the hit show Entourage prompted fans to "hug it out, bitch" (a tagline now immortalized on T shirts). "I'd always welcome a hug," says Aaron Schutte, a senior at Iowa's Wartburg college and founder of the 2,500-member Facebook group I Love a Good Hug. "Why not?"Of course, hugging has its haters. Schools in a handful of states have banned the gesture, with a middle-school principal in Oak Park, Ill., explaining back in 2007 that groups of students--typically girls--were jamming the hallways with "extreme hugging

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torn. Why you can't keep yourself clean and tidy..."
Lyra was too sulky even to ask why she was having to wash and dress, and no grownup ever gave reasons of their own accord. She dragged the dress over her head and dropped it on the narrow bed, and began to wash desultorily ," Lyra muttered.
Mrs. Lonsdale smacked her leg. "Wash," she said ferociously. "You get all that dirt off."
"Why?" Lyra said at last. "I never wash my knees usually. No one's while Pantalaimon, a canary now, hopped closer and closer to Mrs. Lonsdale's daemon, a stolid retriever, trying in vain to annoy him."Look at the state of this wardrobe! You en't hung nothing up for weeks! Look at the creases in this-"Look at this, look at that...Lyra didn't want to look. She shut her eyes as she rubbed at her face with the thin towel."You'll just have to wear it as it is. There en't time to take an iron to it. God bless me, girl, your knees-look at the state of them....""Don't want to look at nothing

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wonder if these are all the Master's?" she whispered. "When he gets honorary degrees from other places, perhaps they give him fancy robes and he keeps them here for dressing-up....Pan, do you really think it's not poison in that wine?"
"No," he said. "I , and well you know it," she snapped quietly. "But now I've seen what the Master did, I haven't got any choice. You're supposed to know about you? How can I just go and sit in the library or somewhere and twiddle my thumbs, knowing what's going to happen? I don't intend to do that, I promise you."
"This is what you wanted all the time," he said after a moment. "You wanted think it is, like you do. And I think it's none of And I think it would be the silliest thing you've ever done of silly things to interfere. It's nothing to do with us.""Don't be stupid," Lyra said. "I can't sit in here and watch them give him poison!""Come somewhere else, then.""You're a coward, Pan.""Certainly I am. May I ask what you intend to do? Are you going to leap out and snatch the glass from his trembling fingers? What did you have in mind?""I didn't have anything in mind

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Lee was anxious about Grumman, because the other man was pale and drawn and breathing hard. His labors in the night had drained a lot of his energy. How far they could keep going was a question Lee didn't want to face; but , the pilot brought the airship skillfully to a hover just above the ground, at the highest point in the slope where he safely could, and from the cabin door a stream of blue-uniformed men jumped down, their wolf daemons beside them, and began to climb.
Lee and Grumman were six hundred yards above them, and not when they were nearly at the entrance to the ravine, and actually on the edge of the dried riverbed, he heard a change in the sound of the zeppelin."They've seen us," he said.And it was like receiving a sentence of death. Hester stumbled, even surefooted, firm-hearted Hester stumbled and faltered. Grumman leaned on the stick he carried and shaded his eyes to look back, and Lee turned to look too.The zeppelin was descending fast, making for the slope directly below them. It was clear that the pursuers intended to capture them, not kill them, for a burst of gunfire just then would have finished both of them in a second. Instead

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only a few months' worth. What's more, keeping all your mail in one place was both annoying and not very safe. You couldn't easily check your messages on multiple computers. And what if you wanted to switch to a new computer? Or what if a power surge crashed your drive? As a journalist working during the Internet bust, my particular worry in summer 2004, I was desperate for an alternative to Outlook. (I had tried pretty much every other desktop e-mail app.) From the moment I logged on, I found it liberating. Gmail's interface was quick and intuitive, unlike any other major online service at the time. (Gmail did borrow some design ideas from Oddpost, an ahead-of-its-time Web e-mail app developed in 2002; Yahoo bought Oddpost in 2004.) Gmail was the first to display multiple messages was getting a pink slip. If my boss suddenly asked me to turn in my company-provided laptop, all my e-mail—both professional and personal correspondence going back years—would be gone.By the time Gmail launched

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the idea of Zeus himself, said the project's senior research scientist David Romano, of the University of Pennsylvania.
"This new evidencefather of a slew of other deities and mortals, such as Athena, Apollo, Heracles, Aphrodite and Helen of Troy, say the legends.
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Whenever I get on I feel depressed. I seem to spend most of my time untagging myself in pictures so my third grade boyfriend doesn’t see me looking like I have four chins and a lazy eye. To make matters worse, it seems everybody else is beautiful, photogenic, and having the best time ever. Given that I’m generally having a decent time and am at least moderately I believe the problem is the pictures.
Upon closer tried to create one, but I just end up looking pained. I figure it’s time to go the experts.
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she said Oxford, they'd easily be able to check. But she couldn't say another world, either. These people were dangerous; they'd want to know more at once. She thought of the only other name she knew of in this world: the place Will had come from.
"Winchester," she said.
"You've been in the wars, haven't you, Lyra?" said the inspector. "How did you get those bruises? There's a bruise on your cheek, and another on your leg—has someone been knocking you about?"
"No," said , Lyra? Where are you staying?"
"With some people," she said. "Just friends."Lyra."Do you go to school, Lyra?""Yeah. Sometimes," she added."Shouldn't you be at school today?"She said nothing. She was feeling more and more uneasy. She looked at Dr. Malone, whose face was tight and unhappy."I just came here to see Dr. Malone," Lyra said."Are you staying in Oxford
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"Who are these people?"
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But the very suggestion has stoked a monster of a controversy among the faithful, even by the standards of a group of obsessiveopinion and contentious material, of anything that cannot be described as fact and supported by a link to a recognised source.
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down past the upper galleries, she didn't notice that she was being watched.
A powerful-looking man in his sixties, wearing a beautifully tailored linen suit and holding a Panama hat, stood on the gallery above and looked down over the iron railing.
His gray hair was his forehead, and then made for the stairs.
Lyra, absorbed, was learning strange things. These skulls were unimaginably old; the cards in the case said simply BRONZE AGE, but the alethiometer, which never lied, said that the man whose skull it was had lived 33,254 years before the present day, and that he had brushed neatly back from his smooth, tanned, barely wrinkled forehead. His eyes were large, dark and long-lashed and intense, and every minute or so his sharp, dark-pointed tongue peeped out at the corner of his lips and flicked across them moistly. The snowy handkerchief in his breast pocket was scented with some heavy cologne like those hothouse plants so rich you can smell the decay at their roots.He had been watching Lyra for some minutes. He had moved along the gallery above as she moved about below, and when she stood still by the case of skulls, he watched her closely, taking in all of her: her rough, untidy hair, the bruise on her cheek, the new clothes, her bare neck arched over the alethiometer, her bare legs.He shook out the breast-pocket handkerchief and mopped

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branches. Men who hunted in the dripping forests or fished among melting ice floes heard the sky-wide whisper through the fog, and if the sky was clear, they would look up to see the witches flying, like scraps of darkness gathering cave. There, once they had eaten, the witches assembled. Serafina Pekkala sat in the center, the crown of little scarlet flowers nestling among her fair hair. On her left sat Lee Scoresby, and on her right, a visitor: the queen of the Latvian witches, whose name was Ruta Skadi.
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"When you told me the shape of my daemon," Mary said, "you said you could teach me how to see him, if we had time...I wish we had."
"Well, we have had at the same time. Try it now."
In Mary's world they had a kind of picture that looked at first like random dots of color but that, when you looked at it in a certain way, seemed to advance into three dimensions: and there in front of the paper would be a tree, or a face, or something else surprisingly solid that simply wasn't there before.
What Serafina taught Mary to do now was similar to that. She had to hold on to her normal way of looking while simultaneously slipping into the trancelike time," Serafina said, "and haven't we been talking? I've taught you some witch-lore, which would be forbidden under the old ways in my world. But you are going back to your world, and the old ways have changed. And I, too, have learned much from you. Now then: when you spoke to the Shadows on your computer, you had to hold a special state of mind, didn't you?""Yes...just as Lyra did with the alethiometer. Do you mean if I try that?""Not only that, but ordinary seeing

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and now with three pairs of hands and eyes at work, there would be a feast.
She gave each of them a cloth bag, and they worked as they listened to the next part of the story. Steadily they filled their bags, and Mary led them unobtrusively back to the edge of the marsh, for the tide was turning.
The story was taking a long time; they wouldn't get to the world of the dead that day. As they neared the village, Will and soul and body. So the idea of three parts in human nature isn't so strange."
"But the best part is the body," Will said. "That's what Baruch and Balthamos told me. Angels wish they had bodies. They told me that angels can't understand why we don't enjoy the world more. It would be sort of ecstasy for them to have our flesh and our senses. In the world of the dead...”was telling Mary what he had learned about daemons and ghosts. Mary was particularly interested in the three-part nature of human beings."You know," she said, "the Church, the Catholic Church that I used to belong to, wouldn't use the word daemon, but St. Paul talks about spirit