Lord Asriel touched the controls again and the intention craft chanel bags sale began to speed away northward. But Mrs. Coulter couldn't take her eyes off the scene; she watched behind them for a long time, gazing with tear-filled eyes at the fire, until it was no more than a vertical line of orange scratched on the dark and wreathed in smoke and steam, and then it was nothing.
     It was dark, with an enfolding blackness that pressed on Lyra's eyes so chanel bags heavily that she almost felt the weight of the thousands of tons of rock above them. The only light they had came from the luminous tail of the Lady Salmakia's dragonfly, and even that was fading; for the poor insects had found no food in the world of the dead, and the Chevalier's had died not long before.
     So while Tialys sat on Will's shoulder, Lyra held the Lady's chanel bags dragonfly in her hands as the Lady soothed it and whispered to the trembling creature, feeding it first on crumbs of biscuit and then on her own blood. If Lyra had seen her do that, she would have offered hers, since there was more of it; but it was all she could do to concentrate on placing her feet safely and avoiding the lowest parts of the rock chanel handbags above.
     No-Name the harpy had led them into a system of caves that would bring them, she said, to the nearest point in the world of the dead from which they could open a window to another world. Behind them came the endless column of ghosts. The tunnel was full of whispers, as the foremost encouraged those behind, as the brave urged on the fainthearted, as the old gave chanel bags hope to the young.
     "Is it much farther, No-Name?" said Lyra quietly. "Because this poor dragonfly's dying, and then his light'll go out."
     The harpy stopped and turned to say:
     "Just follow. If you can't see, listen. If you can't hear, feel."
     Her eyes shone fierce in the gloom. Lyra nodded and said, "Yes, I will, but I'm not as strong as I used to be, and I'm not brave, not very ugg boots clearance anyway. Please don't stop. I'll follow you, we all will. Please keep going, No-Name."
     The harpy turned back and moved on. The dragonfly shine was getting dimmer by the minute, and Lyra knew it would soon be completely gone.
     But as she stumbled forward, a voice spoke just beside her, a familiar voice.
     "Lyra, Lyra, child..."