"The golden monkey was right. She wasn't only hiding Lyra, she was hiding her own eyes." Chp. 1, The Enchanted Sleeper, p. 7.

"Will considered what to do. When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don't take are snuffed out like candles, as if they'd never existed. At the moment all Will's choices existed at once. But to keep them all in existence meant doing nothing. He had to choose, after all." Chp. 1, Balthamos and Baruch, p. 13.

"He was an angel like ourselves—the first angel, true, the most powerful, but he was formed of Dust as we are, and Dust in only a name for what happens when matter begins to understand itself. Matter loves matter. It seeks to know more about itself, and Dust is formed." Chp. 2, Balthamos and Baruch, p. 31.

"But a complex web of thoughts was weaving itself in the...