Unknown Artist Red Horizon

Unknown Artist Red HorizonUnknown Artist jasper johns Target with Four FacesSalvador Dali ArgusJohannes Vermeer The Little Street
There was a whip cracking, and the howl of racing dogs. From the way she was being jerked and bounced about, Lyra could tell how fast they were going, and though she strained to hear the sounds of battle, all she made out was a forlorn volley of shots, muffled by the distance, and then the creak and rush and soft paw thuds in roughly pulled off the hood.
She looked up at a broad Asiatic face, under a wolverine hood, lit by flickering lamplight. His black eyes showed a glint of satisfaction, especially when Pantalaimon slid out of Lyra's anorak to bare his white ermine teeth in a hiss. The man's daemon, a big heavy wolverinethe snow were all there was to hear."They'll take us to the Gobblers," she whispered.The word severed came to their mind. Horrible fear filled Lyra's body, and Pantalaimon nestled close against her."I'll fight," he said."So will I. I'll kill them.""So will lorek when he finds out. He'll crush them to death.""How far are we from Bolvangar?"Pantalaimon didn't know, but he thought it was less than a day's ride.After they had been driving along for such a time that Lyra's body was in torment from cramp, the pace slackened a little, and someone