The two children, sheltering the Gallivespians, crouched down with their chanel handbags outlet arms over their heads; and then in a horrible sliding movement they found themselves being borne away down to the left, and they held each other fiercely, too breathless and shaken even to cry out. Their ears were filled with the roar of thousands of tons of rock tumbling and rolling down with them.
     Finally their movement stopped, though all around them smaller rocks were still tumbling chanel bags outlet and bounding down a slope that hadn't been there a minute before. Lyra was lying on Will's left arm. With his right hand he felt for the knife; it was still there at his belt.
     "Tialys? Salmakia?" said Will shakily.
     "Both here, both alive," said the Chevalier's voice near his ear.
     The air was full of dust, and of the cordite smell of smashed rock. It was hard to chanel bags for cheap breathe, and impossible to see: the dragonfly was dead.
     "Mr. Scoresby?" said Lyra. "We can't see anything... What happened?"
     "I'm here," said Lee, close by. "I guess the bomb went off, and I guess it missed."
     "Bomb?" said Lyra, frightened; but then she said, "Roger, are you there?"
     "Yeah," came the little whisper. "Mr. Parry, he saved me. I was going to fall, and he caught hold."
     "Look," said the ghost cheap lv bags of John Parry. "But hold still to the rock, and don't move."
     The dust was clearing, and from somewhere there was light: a strange faint golden glimmer, like a luminous misty rain falling all around them. It was enough to strike their hearts ablaze with fear, for it lit up what lay to their left, the place into which it was all falling, or flowing, like a chanel bags outlet online river over the edge of a waterfall.
     It was a vast black emptiness, like a shaft into the deepest darkness. The golden light flowed into it and died. They could see the other side, but it was much farther away than Will could have thrown a stone. To their right, a slope of rough stones, loose and precariously balanced, rose high into the dusty gloom.
     The children and cheap louis vuitton bags their companions were clinging to what was not even a ledge, just some lucky hand- and footholds, on the edge of that abyss, and there was no way out except forward, along the slope, among the shattered rocks and the teetering boulders, which, it seemed, the slightest touch would send hurtling down below.