There’s a wire, and the counter going round, hundred and one, hundred and two, hundred and no, no, no! Bell. Bells, The bellman. Such a pretty ship, and the little girl dead! It isn’t Hopkinson, but they’re not to know. No. Keep it in the shadows. Sword in the forest oh, blood on the snow, and the ice he’s still there, all in a glass coffin.
She seemed like such a sniveling, cowardly fool that no one bothered about her until there were only a handful of contestants left. It turned out she could kill viciously. Pretty clever, the way she played it.
I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he’d see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fibre and everything I’d ever done… I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn’t. There is none.
But I love Lyra. Where did this love come from?"