Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Subtle Knife濂ョ鍖曢_125

it's taking your mind off it. It's bound to. It'll ease off in a little while."
The old man raised both his hands and then changed his mind, shrugged, and sat down again.
Will sat down and looked at Lyra. "What am I doing wrong?" he said.
He was bloodstained, trembling, wild-eyed. He was living on the edge of his nerves: clenching his jaw, tapping his foot, breathing fast.
"It's your wound," she said. "You en't wrong at all. You're doing it right, but your hand won't let you concentrate on it. I don't know an easy way of getting around that, except maybe if you didn't try to shut it out."
"What d'you mean?"
"Well, you're trying to do two things with your mind, both at once. You're trying to ignore the pain and close that window. I remember when I was reading the alethiometer once when I was frightened, and maybe I was used to it by that time, I don't know, but I was still frightened all the time I was reading it. Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know. Don't try and shut it out."
His eyes closed briefly. His breathing slowed a little.
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And this time it was much easier,http://www.coachoutletcanada.net/. He felt for the edge,link, found it within a minute, and did as Giacomo Paradisi had told him: pinched the edges together. It was the easiest thing in the world. He felt a brief, calm exhilaration, and then the window was gone. The other world was shut.
The old man handed him a leather sheath, backed with stiff horn, with buckles to hold the knife in place, because the slightest sideways movement of the blade would have cut through the thickest leather. Will slid the knife into it and buckled it as tight as he could with his clumsy hand.
"This should be a solemn occasion," Giacomo Paradisi said,pink foamposites. "If we had days and weeks I could begin to tell you the story of the subtle knife, and the Guild of the Torre degli Angeli, and the whole sorry history of this corrupt and careless world. The Specters are our fault, our fault alone. They came because my predecessors, alchemists, philosopher

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