Dated July 22, 2009:
Immediately after running from an unexpected kiss with Charlie Bartlett, Edmund encounters Lyra in the jungle. Annoyed with himself, Edmund takes it out a bit on Lyra, who's more than happy to follow along and offer him some sound advice.

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Dated July 27, 2009:
Days later, still uncertain as to what to do ( Read more... )

Draco Malfoy was having a Very Bad Day.

He'd woken up stiff-necked and poorly rested. His hair standing up straight from his pillow, it refused to cooperate, refused to lay down flat, even after a shower and nearly half a bottle of hair gel. He'd had another dream and it had left him cranky and humiliated and sticky, for Merlin's sake, and ( Read more... )

( I feel like pretty much everyone's read the books, but there is some vague imagery from the new movie, so... Spoilers for HBP inside? )

When all was said and done, it looked like something out of a storybook ( Read more... )

The sun went down late on Tabula Rasa, and so the sky had barely begun to slide from blue into the pink and orange of sunset when people began to gather in the clearing once more. The mud pit had dried out, the tables moved to one side, more torches placed around the stage that now drew the eye of everyone standing in its shadow ( Read more... )

When all was said and done, it looked like something out of a storybook ( Read more... )

Though her alethiometer remained relatively useless to Lyra on the island beyond physical comfort, she held the precious gold and crystal compass not only as the source of all her progress, but as the encouragement needed to finally make some of Lord Asriel's possessions her own ( Read more... )

I heard the first crunch before I saw anything. A faint resistance under my boot, a pop and then a give, and my eyes dropped to the floor. I froze there, hand on the doorknob, and now I can’t breathe ( Read more... )

Two women stood in the dappled sunlight of the archery field, looking like night and day. At first glance, the only thing they seemed to have in common was an interest in shooting at the targets at the far end of the field. One was blonde, the other dark-haired, and their clothing also differed in style and era. The bows each used were nearly ( Read more... )