Thomas Kinkade Seaside VillageThomas Kinkade Bridge of HopeEdward Hopper Summertime
When he woke up, soaked with dew and cold to his bones, the angel was standing nearby. The sun was just rising, and the reeds and the marsh plants were all tipped with gold.
Before Will could move, Balthamos said, "I've decided what I must do. I shall stay with you day and night, and do it cheerfully and willingly, for the sake of Baruch. I shall guide you to Lyra, if I can, and then I shall guide you both to Lord Asriel. I Will, shivering.
"Shall I fly ahead now and see where we are?"
"Yes," said Will, "fly high, and tell me what the land's like farther on. Walking on this marshland is going to take forever."
Balthamos took to the air. He hadn't told Will everything he was anxious about, because he have lived thousands of years, and unless I am killed, I shall live many thousands of years more; but I never met a nature that made me so ardent to do good, or to be kind, as Baruch's did. I failed so many times, but each time his goodness was there to redeem me. Now it's not, I shall have to try without it. Perhaps I shall fail from time to time, but I shall try all the same.""Then Baruch would be proud of you," said
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
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