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?The most magnificent fantasy series since The Lord of the Rings.? --The Oregonian

Lost in a new world, Lyra finds Will--a boy on the run, a murderer--a worthy and welcome ally. For this is a world where soul-eating Specters stalk the streets and witches share the skies with troops of angels.
Each is searching--Lyra for the meaning of Dark Matter, Will for his missing father--but what they find instead is a ...
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Overview

The most magnificent fantasy series since The Lord of the Rings.” --The Oregonian

Lost in a new world, Lyra finds Will--a boy on the run, a murderer--a worthy and welcome ally. For this is a world where soul-eating Specters stalk the streets and witches share the skies with troops of angels.
Each is searching--Lyra for the meaning of Dark Matter, Will for his missing father--but what they find instead is a deadly secret, a knife of untold power. And neither Lyra nor Will suspects how tightly their lives, their loves, their destinies are bound together . . . until they are split apart.
 
A #1 New York Times Bestseller
A Newsweek Top 100 Book of All Time
An Entertainment Weekly All-Time Greatest Novel
 
“The story gallops with ferocious momentum.” --The New York Times Book Review
“Pullman’s imagination soars. . . . A literary rollercoaster ride you won’t want to miss.” --The Boston Globe
“Destined to become a classic.” --Detroit Free Press
The Subtle Knife is as absorbing and irresistible as The Golden Compass--and even more so, as powerful forces are set in motion. A brilliantly conceived work.” --Lloyd Alexander, author of the Prydain Chronicles, and Newbery Medalist for The High King

As the boundaries between worlds begin to dissolve, Lyra and her daemon help Will Parry in his search for his father and for a powerful, magical knife.

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Editorial Reviews

Sally Visick
The Subtle Knifeis a fantasy adventure on the grand scale.
Times Literary Supplement
Rachel Pastan

In 1995, Philip Pullman published The Golden Compass, the first volume of a trilogy of fantasy novels called His Dark Materials, ostensibly written for young adults. I had never heard of Pullman until this summer when a children's bookseller told me he was the best fantasy writer since Tolkien. The book drew me in so immediately and deeply that I actually looked forward to getting up at 3 a.m. to nurse the baby so I could read a few more chapters. When I finished the novel, my only consolation was the discovery that the second volume, The Subtle Knife, was about to come out.

Nearly as good as its predecessor, The Subtle Knife chronicles a determined, unhappy boy named Will, son of a long-vanished arctic explorer, who finds a window from Oxford, England, into another world. There he meets a girl named Lyra and her dæmon -- a kind of animal manifestation of her inner self. Lyra, the feisty, mischievous protagonist of The Golden Compass, has come to the city in search of a mysterious substance called Dust, but she abandons her own mission to help Will find his father.

One reason fantasy books can be so captivating is that everything in them is new, a mystery to be explored: Why is this new world inhabited only by children? What are the Specters and why are they invisible? What exactly is a dæmon, and what happens if you don't have one? On the other hand, the invented world must maintain some of the essential qualities of our own -- it must be internally consistent, for example, and human nature must remain more or less as we know it. Many fantasy writers fail to appeal to a more general audience because they get so caught up in invention that they neglect to create compelling and complicated characters. Pullman strikes an excellent balance between imagination and verisimilitude, and his major characters are as interesting and human as anyone we would meet in a decent realistic novel.

Like many fantasy books, The Subtle Knife is about a cosmic battle between good and evil and the search for an object of power. The Golden Compass has a more original structure than this book does, but Pullman is a skillful writer who doesn't rely on stock elements to do his work for him, using them instead in creative and unexpected ways. Indeed the overarching moral and religious pattern, once revealed, is so shockingly subversive that I was amazed -- and intrigued -- to find it in a mainstream novel for children.

And now that I know what the trilogy is "about," I'm more anxious than ever for Pullman to publish the final installment. How can I wait two years to learn whether the rebel angels will triumph over the Authority, and at what price? -- Salon

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
More than fulfilling the promise of The Golden Compass, this second volume in the His Dark Materials trilogy starts off at a heart-thumping pace and never slows down. On the run after inadvertently killing one of the sinister men who have been stalking his emotionally disturbed mother, Will, 12, hitchhikes to Oxford to seek information about his father, an explorer who vanished in the Arctic over a decade ago. As Will searches for a place to sleep, he stumbles upon Cittgazzea deserted city in another worldaccessible via a sort of magic gateway located (in one of the story's many witty mixes of the banal and the unearthly) near an ordinary traffic circle. Crossing into this peculiar place, Will encounters Lyra (heroine of the previous book), who has left her own world to find out what she can about the mysterious substance called Dust. Will and Lyra (and Lyra's daemon) join forces and travel between worlds, performing a mind-boggling multidimensional burglary, uncovering the ugly secrets of Cittgazze and gaining hold of an ancient and powerful weapon (the "subtle knife" of the title). Adding to the suspense are subplots involving Lyra's former companion, the Texan balloonist Lee Scoresby; the evil but beautiful Mrs. Coulter; the fierce Northern witch clans; and the mysterious Dr. Stanislaus Grumman. As in Golden Compass, the Arctic settings prove a strikingly original fantasy terrain. And where the first book hinted at a defective cosmology, this work develops that theme in terms of Judeo-Christian theology. Squeamish readers should beware: the narrative touches on such grisly topics as trepanning and genital mutilation. Nevertheless, the grandly exuberant storytelling is sure to enthrall. Ages 10-up. (July)
Publishers Weekly
Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy now appears in sophisticated trade paperback editions, each title embossed within a runic emblem of antiqued gold. The backdrop of The Golden Compass: His Dark Materials, Book I sports a midnight blue map of the cosmos with the zodiacal ram at its center. The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass carry similarly intriguing cover art, and all three titles offer details not seen in the originals: in Compass and Knife, for example, Pullman's stamp-size b&w art introduces each chapter; Spyglass chapters open with literary quotes from Blake, the Bible, Dickinson and more. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In a starred review, PW said, "More than fulfilling the promise of The Golden Compass, this second volume in the His Dark Materials trilogy starts off at a heart-thumping pace and never slows down." Ages 12-up. (Oct.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
VOYA - Jennifer Fakolt
In The Golden Compass, Pullman gave us a breathtakingly rich vision of a world shades removed from and more mystical than ours, infused with magic and informed by reason, where everyone has a personal daemon in animal form that is the perfect complement of their personality, and to which they are bound with their whole soul. We met Lyra, the impudent, shrewd daughter of the powerful scholar, Lord Asriel. Left to her own wild devices under the benevolent care of elderly professors, she finds her joy running wild with the Oxford street children. When Lyra foils an attempt to assassinate her dangerous father, events are set in motion that destroy her innocent childhood. A photograph of an alternate world, rumors of mysterious Dust, and the increasing disappearances of children all serve to move Lyra down the path of a terrible destiny. With Lord Asriel imprisoned, the glamorous Mrs. Coulter and her menacing daemon come to take Lyra from her home. Lyra receives a curious instrument-an alethiometer-which always tells the truth, if one is able to discern the layered meanings of its pictograms. Frightened when she discovers Mrs. Coulter is not only her mother, but also the leader of the Oblation board-those behind the abductions, performing unspeakable experiments, severing children from their daemons-Lyra escapes, determined to rescue her father and a missing friend. She begins a journey to the far North, making strange allies along the way, from the King of the Gyptians to Iorek Byrnison, leader of the great white armored bears. The conclusion is aching, haunting, and epically beautiful. In The Subtle Knife, Pullman continues Lyra's story, as tensions escalate. Will, a boy from a parallel Oxford, is on a quest to find his own father, who had vanished on a Northern expedition. Fleeing after killing one of the mysterious men who question his mother, Will finds a hole from his modern England into the world of Cittigazze, where adults are prey to soul-eating Spectres, and where people's daemons are on the outsides. There, he meets Lyra, out to revenge the death of her friend and find out more about the elusive Dust. The two join forces and form an uneasy, fierce friendship. Victor in a bloody fight, Will learns that he is destined to be the bearer of the subtle knife, a blade able to cut holes into other worlds. As the skies of Cittigazze fill with the massive movements of angels heading to join Lord Asriel in his epic battle against the Authority, and the evil Mrs. Coulter gets nearer and nearer to Lyra, Will and Lyra are pulled into a growing maelstrom of great struggles and betrayals. These first two volumes of His Dark Materials trilogy are, simply, magnificent. Pullman has the power of a master fantasist. He imbues an age-old classical struggle with a new mythic vision, the depth and realization of which are staggering. His style is tight, compelling, and nearly flawless. Characters quickly become friends, so layered and immediate are they, inspiring the reader to tears of loss or wonder. These two titles stand in equal company with the works of J.R.R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. Note: This review was written and published to address two titles: The Golden Compass, and The Subtle Knife. [Editor's Note: Slight comfort for readers dying for the sequel-during a speech presented at the National Council of Teachers of English conference in Detroit in November 1997, Pullman forecast the release of his trilogy's concluding volume in 1998. As of this late March writing, his Knopf publicist reports that he has not yet completed it. VOYA Codes: 5Q 5P M J S (Hard to imagine it being better written, Every YA (who reads) was dying to read it yesterday, Middle School-defined as grades 6 to 8, Junior High-defined as grades 7 to 9 and Senior High-defined as grades 10 to 12).
KLIATT
To quote KLIATT's Sept. 2000 review of the Listening Library audiobook: The Harry Potter series has attracted a huge audience for British fantasies, many of which are more literate and demanding than the Potter books. This is true of Pullman's highly acclaimed work, which is filled with action, fascinating creatures, time travel, alternate worlds, and sophisticated philosophical concepts. This second part of the trilogy introduces 12-year-old Will Parry, who lives in modern-day Oxford, England. Will is searching for his lost father, and trying to protect his vulnerable mother, and his search takes him through a window to another world where he meets Lyra...The two young people's adventures as they unite to fight against the evil forces determined to destroy them literally fill up this book, taking us to the promise of the final battle...demanding vocabulary and concepts. (His Dark Materials, Book II) KLIATT Codes: J*—Exceptional book, recommended for junior high school students. 1997, Random House, Dell Yearling, 338p., $5.99. Ages 13 to 15. Reviewer: Claire Rosser; KLIATT , July 2001 (Vol. 35, No. 4)
School Library Journal
Gr 5 Up-A direct continuation of the epic fantasy begun in The Golden Compass (Knopf, 1996). Will Parry must find his father, who disappeared while exploring the far North. Mysterious strangers are hounding his mother for information about him. After Will accidentally kills one of them, he runs away, right through a window into another world. There he meets Lyra Silvertongue and her daemon, Pantalaimon, as well as travelers from yet another world. Lyra and her truth-telling alethiometer are soon enlisted in Will's quest, even as Lyra continues to seek the true nature of the mysterious Dust that is causing upheavals in her world. A desperate battle with inhabitants of the intermediate world brings Will the subtle knife, a magical totem of his own, which will protect Will and Lyra while bringing them closer to the end of this part of their quest. The action takes place in Will's world (which is also our own), as well as on Lyra's and the intermediate world. As in the first book, the stakes are high and the action is rapid and occasionally violent. The philosophical nature of the quest becomes clearer as various characters explain the possible relationships among Dust, the bridges between worlds, angels, supreme beings, and cosmic forces. This may be treading on dangerous ground for traditional religious thinkers--the essential nature of the supreme being is not necessarily positive--but high-fantasy enthusiasts will find much to follow and reflect on here. The Subtle Knife ends with even more of a cliff-hanger than The Golden Compass, and fans will eagerly await book three for the final resolution.Susan L. Rogers, Chestnut Hill Academy, PA
School Library Journal
Gr 5 Up-As he did in The Golden Compass (Knopf, 1996), the first volume of his trilogy, His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman winds the story of this second installment (Ballantine, 1998) very tightly and lets it rip. Following the accidental death of an ominous stranger making inquiries of his father who mysteriously vanished years earlier, 12-year-old Will Parry sets off on a quest to find his explorer father. In doing so, he slips through a gap into the hauntingly beautiful and silent world of Cittagazze where he meets The Golden Compass heroine, Lyra Silvertongue, and her ever shape-shifting daemon, Pantalaimon, who is in pursuit of her own mission to ascertain the nature of the arcane Dust with her wondrous truth-telling golden compass. As Will and Lyra join together, their journeys and fates become inextricably linked, subjecting them to marvelous subplots involving witches, soul-gorging zombies called Specters, nefarious agents from other worlds, and the grail-like subtle knife of the title. All of this unfolds against a looming cataclysmic religious/humanistic tilt between the Magisterium and Lord Asriel and his legions of Angels culminating, of course, with the obligatory cliff-hanging ending. Bruce Coville's excellent Words Take Wing company again provides the beautifully rich and textured 20-odd voices to support Pullman's Anthony Hopkins-like narration. This stunning achievement weds the best in contemporary fantasy with impeccable technical production values. A mandatory acquisition for all libraries.-Barry X. Miller, Austin Public Library, TX Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Midwest Book Review
Philip Pullman's Subtle Knife presents Book Two of "His Dark Materials,", with a full cast narrative style adding even more vigor and excitement to the story of Lyra, who finds herself in a haunted world packed with dangers. Both are involving audio presentations.
Gregory Maguire
His Dark Materials, by the English novelist Philip Pullman, is the latest trilogy to step up the pulse of kids and adults alike....Though this second volume almost succumbs to middle book syndrome, Pullman,...avoids it, adroitly, by force of theme....J.R.R. Tolkien asserted that that the best fantasy writing is marked by "arresting strangeness." Phillip Pullman measures up; his work is devilishly inventive....Put Philip Pullman on the shelf with Ursula K. LeGuin, Susan Cooper, Lloyd Alexander.... -- New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
The powerful second installment in the His Dark Materials fantasy trilogy, which began with The Golden Compass (1996), continues the chronicling of Lyra Silvertongue's quest to find the origins of Dust—the very stuff of the universe.

The first chapter is vintage Pullman: gorgeous imagery, pulse-pounding action, the baiting of readers' affections as they meet Will, 12, who is trying to protect his emotionally fragile mother and to locate his lost father, an explorer who vanished years before. Instead, Will finds a window into another world, where Lyra and her daemon have also tumbled. That world holds the talisman of the subtle knife, which can cut through anything, even the space between worlds. It wounds Will, but he is bound to it by a destiny neither he nor Lyra (nor readers) yet understand. The witches of Lyra's world, the scientists of Will's, the passionately evil Mrs. Coulter (Lyra's mother), and Lyra's champion Lee Scoresby seek the source of the disorder in the worlds and shimmering spaces that connect them. Angels that bless and Specters that eat the wills of adults appear; tantalizing glimpses of the past and future abound; the whole is presented in a rush of sensuous detail that moves and entrances. Pullman has so intricately woven the textures of the two books that the outlines of the first are clearly recapitulated in the second, making it possible to read this one alone. But as it, too, ends in a tremendous cliffhanger, most readers will seek out the first volume while they eagerly await the third.

From the Publisher
"More than fulfilling the promise of The Golden Compass, this second volume starts off at a heart-thumping pace and never slows down....The grandly exuberant storytelling is sure to enthrall."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"The intricacy of the plot is staggering...There is no doubt that the work is stunningly ambitious, original, and fascinating."—The Horn Book (starred review)

"The character development as well as the relentless pace...make this a resoundingly successful sequel...it will leave readers desperate for the next installment."—Booklist (starred review)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440418610
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 11/13/2001
  • Series: His Dark Materials Series , #2
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 28,805
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • File size: 6 MB

Meet the Author

Philip  Pullman
Philip Pullman is the author of The Golden Compass as well as the highly acclaimed trilogy of Victorian thrillers featuring heroine Sally Lockhart: The Ruby in the Smoke, Shadow in the North, and The Tiger in the Well. A graduate of Oxford University with a degree in English, he teaches literature at Westminster College and has written novels, plays, and picture books for readers of all ages. He lives with his family in England.


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Interesting facts about Philip Pullman and his books:
  • The Amber Spyglass was the first children's book to be named the Whitbread Book of the Year.

  • Among the other awards Pullman has received are Britain's prestigious Eleanor Farjeon Award and the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award (a sort of Nobel Prize for children's literature) honoring his entire body of work.

  • Pullman enjoys playing the piano. "I'd like to play it well," he quips on his website. "But I can't, so the rest of the family has to put up with my playing it badly."

  • Pullman persuaded his publisher to let him illustrate the first two books of His Dark Materials with small, symbolic pen and ink drawings at the start of each chapter. Although these illustrations were left out of first editions in the U.S., they have been included in later editions. The third book of the trilogy, The Amber Spyglass does not have illustrations, but chapters begin with quotations from some of Pullman's favorite writers, like John Milton, William Blake, and Emily Dickinson.

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      1. Hometown:
        Oxford, England
      1. Date of Birth:
        October 19, 1946
      2. Place of Birth:
        Norwich, England
      1. Education:
        Exeter College, Oxford University
      2. Website:

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    Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come
    on  ..."

    But his mother hung back. She was still afraid. Will looked up and down the narrow street in the evening light, along the little terrace of houses, each behind its tiny garden and its box hedge, with the sun glaring off the windows of one side and leaving the other in shadow. There wasn't much time. People would be having their meal about now, and soon there would be other children around, to stare and comment and notice. It was dangerous to wait, but all he could do was persuade her, as usual.

    "Mum, let's go in and see Mrs. Cooper," he said. "Look, we're nearly there."

    "Mrs. Cooper?" she said doubtfully.

    But he was already ringing the bell. He had to put down the bag to do it,
    because his other hand still held his mother's. It might have bothered him at twelve years of age to be seen holding his mother's hand, but he knew what would happen to her if he didn't.

    The door opened, and there was the stooped elderly figure of the piano teacher, with the scent of lavender water about her as he remembered.

    "Who's that? Is that William?" the old lady said. "I haven't seen you for over a year. What do you want, dear?"

    "I want to come in, please, and bring my mother," he said firmly.

    Mrs. Cooper looked at the woman with the untidy hair and the distracted half-smile, and at the boy with the fierce, unhappy glare in his eyes, the tight-set lips, the jutting jaw. And then she saw that Mrs. Parry, Will's mother, had put makeup on one eye but not on the other. And she hadn't noticed. And neither had Will. Something was wrong.

    "Well ..." she said, and stepped aside to make room in the narrow hall.

    Will looked up and down the road before closing the door, and Mrs. Cooper saw how tightly Mrs. Parry was clinging to her son's hand, and how tenderly he guided her into the sitting room where the piano was (of course, that was the only room he knew); and she noticed that Mrs. Parry's clothes smelled slightly musty, as if they'd been too long in the washing machine before drying; and how similar the two of them looked as they sat on the sofa with the evening sun full on their faces, their broad cheekbones, their wide eyes, their straight black brows.

    "What is it, William?" the old lady said. "What's the matter?"

    "My mother needs somewhere to stay for a few days," he said. "It's too difficult to look after her at home just now. I don't mean she's ill.
    She's just kind of confused and muddled, and she gets a bit worried. She won't be hard to look after. She just needs someone to be kind to her, and
    I think you could do that quite easily, probably."

    The woman was looking at her son without seeming to understand, and Mrs.
    Cooper saw a bruise on her cheek. Will hadn't taken his eyes off Mrs.
    Cooper, and his expression was desperate.

    "She won't be expensive," he went on. "I've brought some packets of food,
    enough to last, I should think. You could have some of it too. She won't mind sharing."

    "But ...I don't know if I should ...Doesn't she need a doctor?"

    "No! She's not ill."

    "But there must be someone who can ...I mean, isn't there a neighbor or someone in the family--"

    "We haven't got any family. Only us. And the neighbors are too busy."

    "What about the social services? I don't mean to put you off, dear, but--"

    "No! No. She just needs a bit of help. I can't do it myself for a little while, but I won't be long. I'm going to ...I've got things to do. But
    I'll be back soon, and I'll take her home again, I promise. You won't have to do it for long."

    The mother was looking at her son with such trust, and he turned and smiled at her with such love and reassurance, that Mrs. Cooper couldn't say no.

    "Well," she said, turning to Mrs. Parry, "I'm sure it won't matter for a day or so. You can have my daughter's room, dear. She's in Australia. She won't be needing it again."

    "Thank you," said Will, and stood up as if he were in a hurry to leave.

    "But where are you going to be?" said Mrs. Cooper.

    "I'm going to be staying with a friend," he said. "I'll phone up as often as I can. I've got your number. It'll be all right."

    His mother was looking at him, bewildered. He bent over and kissed her clumsily.

    "Don't worry," he said. "Mrs. Cooper will look after you better than me,
    honest. And I'll phone up and talk to you tomorrow."

    They hugged tightly, and then Will kissed her again and gently unfastened her arms from his neck before going to the front door. Mrs. Cooper could see he was upset, because his eyes were glistening, but he turned,
    remembering his manners, and held out his hand.

    "Good-bye," he said, "and thank you very much."

    "William," she said, "I wish you'd tell me what the matter is--"

    "It's a bit complicated," he said, "but she won't be any trouble,
    honestly."

    That wasn't what she meant, and both of them knew it; but somehow Will was in charge of this business, whatever it was. The old lady thought she'd never seen a child so implacable.

    He turned away, already thinking about the empty house.



    The close where Will and his mother lived was a loop of road in a modern estate with a dozen identical houses, of which theirs was by far the shabbiest. The front garden was just a patch of weedy grass; his mother had planted some shrubs earlier in the year, but they'd shriveled and died for lack of watering. As Will came around the corner, his cat, Moxie, rose up from her favorite spot under the still-living hydrangea and stretched before greeting him with a soft meow and butting her head against his leg.

    He picked her up and whispered, "Have they come back, Moxie? Have you seen them?"

    The house was silent. In the last of the evening light the man across the road was washing his car, but he took no notice of Will, and Will didn't look at him. The less notice people took, the better.

    Holding Moxie against his chest, he unlocked the door and went in quickly.
    Then he listened very carefully before putting her down. There was nothing to hear; the house was empty.

    He opened a tin for Moxie and left her to eat in the kitchen. How long before the men came back? There was no way of telling, so he'd better move quickly. He went upstairs and began to search.

    He was looking for a battered green leather writing case. There are a surprising number of places to hide something that size even in any ordinary modern house; you don't need secret panels and extensive cellars in order to make something hard to find. Will searched his mother's bedroom first, ashamed to be looking through the drawers where she kept her underclothes, and then he worked systematically through the rest of the rooms upstairs, even his own. Moxie came to see what he was doing and sat and cleaned herself nearby, for company.

    But he didn't find it.

    By that time it was dark, and he was hungry. He made himself baked beans on toast and sat at the kitchen table wondering about the best order to look through the downstairs rooms.

    As he was finishing his meal, the phone rang.

    He sat absolutely still, his heart thumping. He counted: twenty-six rings,
    and then it stopped. He put his plate in the sink and started to search again.



    Four hours later he still hadn't found the green leather case. It was half past one, and he was exhausted. He lay on his bed fully clothed and fell asleep at once, his dreams tense and crowded, his mother's unhappy,
    frightened face always there just out of reach.

    And almost at once, it seemed (though he'd been asleep for nearly three hours), he woke up knowing two things simultaneously.

    First, he knew where the case was. And second, he knew that the men were downstairs, opening the kitchen door.

    He lifted Moxie out of the way and softly hushed her sleepy protest. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put on his shoes, straining every nerve to hear the sounds from downstairs. They were very quiet sounds: a chair being lifted and replaced, a short whisper, the creak of a floorboard.

    Moving more silently than the men were, he left his bedroom and tiptoed to the spare room at the top of the stairs. It wasn't quite pitch-dark, and in the ghostly gray predawn light he could see the old treadle sewing machine. He'd been through the room thoroughly only hours before, but he'd forgotten the compartment at the side of the sewing machine, where all the patterns and bobbins were kept.

    He felt for it delicately, listening all the while. The men were moving about downstairs, and Will could see a dim flicker of light that might have been a flashlight at the edge of the door.

    Then he found the catch of the compartment and clicked it open, and there,
    just as he'd known it would be, was the leather writing case.

    And now what could he do? He crouched in the dimness, heart pounding,
    listening hard.

    The two men were in the hall downstairs. He heard one of them say quietly,
    "Come on. I can hear the milkman down the road."

    "It's not here, though," said the other voice. "We'll have to look upstairs."

    "Go on, then. Don't hang about."

    Will braced himself as he heard the quiet creak of the top step. The man was making no noise at all, but he couldn't help the creak if he wasn't expecting it. Then there was a pause. A very thin beam of flashlight swept along the floor outside. Will saw it through the crack.

    Then the door began to move. Will waited till the man was framed in the open doorway, and then exploded up out of the dark and crashed into the intruder's belly.

    But neither of them saw the cat.

    As the man had reached the top step, Moxie had come silently out of the bedroom and stood with raised tail just behind the man's legs, ready to rub herself against them. The man, who was trained and fit and hard, could have dealt with Will, but the cat was in the way, and as the man tried to move back, he tripped over her. With a sharp gasp he fell backward down the stairs and crashed his head brutally against the hall table.

    Will heard a hideous crack, and didn't stop to wonder about it. Clutching the writing case, he swung himself down the banister, leaping over the man's body that lay twitching and crumpled at the foot of the flight,
    seized the tattered tote bag from the table, and was out of the front door and away before the other man could do more than come out of the living room and stare.

    Even in his fear and haste Will wondered why the other man didn't shout after him, or chase him. They'd be after him soon, though, with their cars and their cell phones. The only thing to do was run.

    He saw the milkman turning into the close, the lights of his electric cart pallid in the dawn glimmer that was already filling the sky. Will jumped over the fence into the next-door garden, down the passage beside the house, over the next garden wall, across a dew-wet lawn, through the hedge, and into the tangle of shrubs and trees between the housing estate and the main road. There he crawled under a bush and lay panting and trembling. It was too early to be out on the road: wait till later, when the rush hour started.

    He couldn't get out of his mind the crack as the man's head struck the table, and the way his neck was bent so far and in such a wrong way, and the dreadful twitching of his limbs. The man was dead. He'd killed him.

    He couldn't get it out of his mind, but he had to. There was quite enough to think about. His mother: would she really be safe where she was? Mrs.
    Cooper wouldn't tell, would she? Even if Will didn't turn up as he'd said he would? Because he couldn't, now that he'd killed someone.

    And Moxie. Who'd feed Moxie? Would Moxie worry about where they were?
    Would she try to follow them?

    It was getting lighter by the minute. It was light enough already to check through the things in the tote bag: his mother's purse, the latest letter from the lawyer, the road map of southern England, chocolate bars,
    toothpaste, spare socks and pants. And the green leather writing case.

    Everything was there. Everything was going according to plan, really.

    Except that he'd killed someone.



    Will had first realized his mother was different from other people, and that he had to look after her, when he was seven. They were in a supermarket, and they were playing a game: they were allowed to put an item in the cart only when no one was looking. It was Will's job to look all around and whisper "Now," and she would snatch a tin or a packet from the shelf and put it silently into the cart. When things were in there they were safe, because they became invisible.

    It was a good game, and it went on for a long time, because this was a
    Saturday morning and the shop was full, but they were good at it and worked well together. They trusted each other. Will loved his mother very much and often told her so, and she told him the same.

    So when they reached the checkout Will was excited and happy because they'd nearly won. And when his mother couldn't find her purse, that was part of the game too, even when she said the enemies must have stolen it;
    but Will was getting tired by this time, and hungry too, and Mummy wasn't so happy anymore. She was really frightened, and they went around and around putting things back on the shelves, but this time they had to be extra careful because the enemies were tracking them down by means of her credit card numbers, which they knew because they had her purse....

    And Will got more and more frightened himself. He realized how clever his mother had been to make this real danger into a game so that he wouldn't be alarmed, and how, now that he knew the truth, he had to pretend not to be frightened, so as to reassure her.

    So the little boy pretended it was a game still, so she didn't have to worry that he was frightened, and they went home without any shopping, but safe from the enemies; and then Will found the purse on the hall table anyway. On Monday they went to the bank and closed her account, and opened another somewhere else, just to be sure. Thus the danger passed.

    But sometime during the next few months, Will realized slowly and unwillingly that those enemies of his mother's were not in the world out there, but in her mind. That made them no less real, no less frightening and dangerous; it just meant he had to protect her even more carefully.
    And from the moment in the supermarket when he had realized he must pretend in order not to worry his mother, part of Will's mind was always alert to her anxieties. He loved her so much he would have died to protect her.

    As for Will's father, he had vanished long before Will was able to remember him. Will was passionately curious about his father,
    "Was he a rich man?"

    "Where did he go?"

    "Why did he go?"

    "Is he dead?"

    "Will he come back?"

    "What was he like?"

    The last question was the only one she could help him with. John Parry had been a handsome man, a brave and clever officer in the Royal Marines, who had left the army to become an explorer and lead expeditions to remote parts of the world. Will thrilled to hear about this. No father could be more exciting than an explorer. From then on, in all his games he had an invisible companion: he and his father were together hacking through the jungle, shading their eyes to gaze out across stormy seas from the deck of their schooner, holding up a torch to decipher mysterious inscriptions in a bat-infested cave. ...They were the best of friends, they saved each other's life countless times, they laughed and talked together over campfires long into the night.

    But the older he got, the more Will began to wonder. Why were there no pictures of his father in this part of the world or that, riding with frost-bearded men on Arctic sledges or examining creeper-covered ruins in the jungle? Had nothing survived of the trophies and curiosities he must have brought home? Was nothing written about him in a book?

    His mother didn't know. But one thing she had said stuck in his mind.

    She said, "One day, you'll follow in your father's footsteps. You're going to be a great man too. You'll take up his mantle."

    And though Will didn't know what that meant, he understood the sense of it, and felt uplifted with pride and purpose. All his games were going to come true. His father was alive, lost somewhere in the wild, and he was going to rescue him and take up his mantle. ...It was worth living a difficult life, if you had a great aim like that.

    So he kept his mother's trouble secret. There were times when she was calmer and clearer than others, and he took care to learn from her then how to shop and cook and keep the house clean, so that he could do it when she was confused and frightened. And he learned how to conceal himself,
    too, how to remain unnoticed at school, how not to attract attention from the neighbors, even when his mother was in such a state of fear and madness that she could barely speak. What Will himself feared more than anything was that the authorities would find out about her, and take her away, and put him in a home among strangers. Any difficulty was better than that. Because there came times when the darkness cleared from her mind, and she was happy again, and she laughed at her fears and blessed him for looking after her so well; and she was so full of love and sweetness then that he could think of no better companion, and wanted nothing more than to live with her alone forever.

    But then the men came.

    They weren't police, and they weren't social services, and they weren't criminals--at least as far as Will could judge. They wouldn't tell him what they wanted, in spite of his efforts to keep them away; they'd speak only to his mother. And her state was fragile just then.

    But he listened outside the door, and heard them ask about his father, and felt his breath come more quickly.

    The men wanted to know where John Parry had gone, and whether he'd sent anything back to her, and when she'd last heard from him, and whether he'd had contact with any foreign embassies. Will heard his mother getting more and more distressed, and finally he ran into the room and told them to go.

    He looked so fierce that neither of the men laughed, though he was so young. They could easily have knocked him down, or held him off the floor with one hand, but he was fearless, and his anger was hot and deadly.

    So they left. Naturally, this episode strengthened Will's conviction: his father was in trouble somewhere, and only he could help. His games weren't childish anymore, and he didn't play so openly. It was coming true, and he had to be worthy of it.

    And not long afterward the men came back, insisting that Will's mother had something to tell them. They came when Will was at school, and one of them kept her talking downstairs while the other searched the bedrooms. She didn't realize what they were doing. But Will came home early and found them, and once again he blazed at them, and once again they left.

    They seemed to know that he wouldn't go to the police, for fear of losing his mother to the authorities, and they got more and more persistent.
    Finally they broke into the house when Will had gone to fetch his mother home from the park. It was getting worse for her now, and she believed that she had to touch every separate slat in every separate bench beside the pond. Will would help her, to get it done quicker. When they got home that day they saw the back of the men's car disappearing out of the close,
    and he got inside to find that they'd been through the house and searched most of the drawers and cupboards.

    He knew what they were after. The green leather case was his mother's most precious possession; he would never dream of looking through it, and he didn't even know where she kept it. But he knew it contained letters, and he knew she read them sometimes, and cried, and it was then that she talked about his father. So Will supposed that this was what the men were after, and knew he had to do something about it.

    He decided first to find somewhere safe for his mother to stay. He thought and thought, but he had no friends to ask, and the neighbors were already suspicious, and the only person he thought he could trust was Mrs. Cooper.
    Once his mother was safely there, he was going to find the green leather case and look at what was in it, and then he was going to go to Oxford,
    where he'd find the answer to some of his questions. But the men came too soon.

    And now he'd killed one of them.

    So the police would be after him too.

    Well, he was good at not being noticed. He'd have to not be noticed
     harder than he'd ever done in his life before, and keep it up as long as he could, till either he found his father or they found him. And if they found him first, he didn't care how many more of them he killed.



    Later that day, toward midnight in fact, Will was walking out of the city of Oxford, forty miles away. He was tired to his very bones. He had hitchhiked, and ridden on two buses, and walked, and reached Oxford at six in the evening, too late to do what he needed to do. He'd eaten at a
    Burger King and gone to a cinema to hide (though what the film was, he forgot even as he was watching it), and now he was walking along an endless road through the suburbs, heading north.

    No one had noticed him so far. But he was aware that he'd better find somewhere to sleep before long, because the later it got, the more noticeable he'd be. The trouble was that there was nowhere to hide in the gardens of the comfortable houses along this road, and there was still no sign of open country.

    He came to a large traffic circle where the road going north crossed the
    Oxford ring road going east and west. At this time of night there was very little traffic, and the road where he stood was quiet, with comfortable houses set back behind a wide expanse of grass on either side. Planted along the grass at the road's edge were two lines of hornbeam trees,
    odd-looking things with perfectly symmetrical close-leafed crowns, more like children's drawings than like real trees. The streetlights made the scene look artificial, like a stage set. Will was stupefied with exhaustion, and he might have gone on to the north, or he might have laid his head on the grass under one of those trees and slept; but as he stood trying to clear his head, he saw a cat.

    She was a tabby, like Moxie. She padded out of a garden on the Oxford side of the road, where Will was standing. Will put down his tote bag and held out his hand, and the cat came up to rub her head against his knuckles,
    just as Moxie did. Of course, every cat behaved like that, but all the same Will felt such a longing for home that tears scalded his eyes.

    Eventually the cat turned away. This was night, and there was a territory to patrol, there were mice to hunt. She padded across the road and toward the bushes just beyond the hornbeam trees, and there she stopped.

    Will, still watching, saw the cat behave curiously.

    She reached out a paw to pat something in the air in front of her,
    something quite invisible to Will. Then she leaped backward, back arched and fur on end, tail held out stiffly. Will knew cat behavior. He watched more alertly as the cat approached the spot again, just an empty patch of grass between the hornbeams and the bushes of a garden hedge, and patted the air once more.

    Again she leaped back, but less far and with less alarm this time. After another few seconds of sniffing, touching, and whisker twitching,
    curiosity overcame wariness.

    The cat stepped forward and vanished.

    Will blinked. Then he stood still, close to the trunk of the nearest tree,
    as a truck came around the circle and swept its lights over him. When it had gone past, he crossed the road, keeping his eyes on the spot where the cat had been investigating. It wasn't easy, because there was nothing to fix on, but when he came to the place and cast about to look closely, he saw it.

    At least, he saw it from some angles. It looked as if someone had cut a patch out of the air, about two yards from the edge of the road, a patch roughly square in shape and less than a yard across. If you were level with the patch so that it was edge-on, it was nearly invisible, and it was completely invisible from behind. You could see it only from the side nearest the road, and you couldn't see it easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: a patch of grass lit by a streetlight.

    But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch of grass on the other side was in a different world.

    He couldn't possibly have said why. He knew it at once, as strongly as he knew that fire burned and kindness was good. He was looking at something profoundly alien.

    And for that reason alone, it enticed him to stoop and look further. What he saw made his head swim and his heart thump harder, but he didn't hesitate: he pushed his tote bag through, and then scrambled through himself, through the hole in the fabric of this world and into another.

    He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not hornbeam trees:
    these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the center of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafés and small shops, all brightly lit, all open, and all utterly silent and empty beneath a sky thick with stars. The hot night was laden with the scent of flowers and with the salt smell of the sea.

    Will looked around carefully. Behind him the full moon shone down over a distant prospect of great green hills, and on the slopes at the foot of the hills there were houses with rich gardens, and an open parkland with groves of trees and the white gleam of a classical temple.

    Just beside him was that bare patch in the air, as hard to see from this side as from the other, but definitely there. He bent to look through and saw the road in Oxford, his own world. He turned away with a shudder:
    whatever this new world was, it had to be better than what he'd just left.
    With a dawning lightheadedness, the feeling that he was dreaming but awake at the same time, he stood up and looked around for the cat, his guide.

    She was nowhere in sight. No doubt she was already exploring those narrow streets and gardens beyond the cafés whose lights were so inviting.
    Will lifted up his tattered tote bag and walked slowly across the road toward them, moving very carefully in case it all disappeared.

    The air of the place had something Mediterranean or maybe Caribbean about it. Will had never been out of England, so he couldn't compare it with anywhere he knew, but it was the kind of place where people came out late at night to eat and drink, to dance and enjoy music. Except that there was no one here, and the silence was immense.

    On the first corner he reached there stood a café, with little green tables on the pavement and a zinc-topped bar and an espresso machine. On some of the tables glasses stood half-empty; in one ashtray a cigarette had burned down to the butt; a plate of risotto stood next to a basket of stale rolls as hard as cardboard.

    He took a bottle of lemonade from the cooler behind the bar and then thought for a moment before dropping a pound coin in the till. As soon as he'd shut the till, he opened it again, realizing that the money in there might say what this place was called. The currency was called the corona,
    but he couldn't tell any more than that.

    He put the money back and opened the bottle on the opener fixed to the counter before leaving the café and wandering down the street going away from the boulevard. Little grocery shops and bakeries stood between jewelers and florists and bead-curtained doors opening into private houses, where wrought-iron balconies thick with flowers overhung the narrow pavement, and where the silence, being enclosed, was even more profound.

    The streets were leading downward, and before very long they opened out onto a broad avenue where more palm trees reached high into the air, the underside of their leaves glowing in the streetlights.

    On the other side of the avenue was the sea.
    Will found himself facing a harbor enclosed from the left by a stone breakwater and from the right by a headland on which a large building with stone columns and wide steps and ornate balconies stood floodlit among flowering trees and bushes. In the harbor one or two rowboats lay still at anchor, and beyond the breakwater the starlight glittered on a calm sea.

    By now Will's exhaustion had been wiped out. He was wide awake and possessed by wonder. From time to time, on his way through the narrow streets, he'd put out a hand to touch a wall or a doorway or the flowers in a window box, and found them solid and convincing. Now he wanted to touch the whole landscape in front of him, because it was too wide to take in through his eyes alone. He stood still, breathing deeply, almost afraid.

    He discovered that he was still holding the bottle he'd taken from the café. He drank from it, and it tasted like what it was, ice-cold lemonade; and welcome, too, because the night air was hot.

    He wandered along to the right, past hotels with awnings over brightly lit entrances and bougainvillea flowering beside them, until he came to the gardens on the little headland. The building in the trees with its ornate facade lit by floodlights might have been an opera house. There were paths leading here and there among the lamp-hung oleander trees, but not a sound of life could be heard: no night birds singing, no insects, nothing but
    Will's own footsteps.

    The only sound he could hear came from the regular, quiet breaking of delicate waves from the beach beyond the palm trees at the edge of the garden. Will made his way there. The tide was halfway in, or halfway out,
    and a row of pedal boats was drawn up on the soft white sand above the high-water line. Every few seconds a tiny wave folded itself over at the sea's edge before sliding back neatly under the next. Fifty yards or so out on the calm water was a diving platform.

    Will sat on the side of one of the pedal boa

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    Table of Contents

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    Introduction

    The questions, discussion topics, and author information that follow are intended to enhance your group's reading of The Subtle Knife. The Subtle Knife is Book Two of Philip Pullman's trilogy "His Dark Materials". In Book One, The Golden Compass, young Lyra Belacqua journeys through "a universe like ours but different in many ways." The most striking difference between Lyra's world and ours is the existence of daemons. These spirit-creatures, physical manifestations of the human soul, can change shape until their human companions reach adolescence. Then each daemon settles into the animal form that best reflects the inner nature of its human counterpart.
    In The Golden Compass, Lyra discovers that her mother, Mrs. Coulter, is conducting experiments in which children are severed from their daemons, turning them into emotionless, almost inhuman beings. Mrs. Coulter and her colleagues are doing this to learn more about a substance called "Dust, " which seems to accumulate on humans when they reach maturity. While many fear Dust, both Mrs. Coulter and Lyra's father, Lord Asriel, see it as the source of great power. The Golden Compass concludes with Lord Asriel harnessing the power of Dust to create an opening in the atmosphere of his world, forging a bridge to another universe. This he fearlessly crosses, leaving Mrs. Coulter behind. Lyra perceives that Dust is good and vows to discover its secrets with the help of her "golden compass", or alethiometer, a truth-seeking device. And so Lyra and her daemon, Pantalaimon, follow Lord Asriel into the other world.
    The Subtle Knife begins in our own world,where Will Parry, driven by curiosity about his mysterious, missing father and concern for his vulnerable, disturbed mother, accidentally kills an intruder. While fleeing, he finds a "window" into a sunlit otherworld. What could be a better refuge than a hidden universe? But this universe is a strange, empty place: a city that seems to have been abandoned in such haste that food is left rotting on plates at a sidewalk cafe. The inhabitants of the city, Cittágazze, have fled from the invading Specters, ghostlike creatures that devour the souls of adults. But Specters are harmless and invisible to children, and soon Will meets another fugitive child in Cittágazze: Lyra. Although he does not know it, their lives are soon to become forever intertwined when Lyra's alethiometer gives her one simple command: Help Will find his father.
    The richly imagined world of Book One seems almost quiet and simple when compared to the turmoil of Book Two. Here "Dust" is called "dark matter" and has been joined by a myriad of other complex phenomena, including the Specters and bene elim (angels). One protagonist has been replaced by two, Lyra and Will. Most significant of all, Lyra's truth-giving compass seems to pale in comparison to the power of Will's new acquisition, the subtle knife, the Æsahættr, the knife that will cut ANYTHING. What can it mean to be the bearer of such an instrument?

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    Interviews & Essays

    The Man Behind the Magic: An Interview with Philip Pullman

    Barnes & Noble.com: Who is your favorite character to write and why?

    Philip Pullman: I like them all, of course. People are surprised when I say that I like Mrs. Coulter, but what I mean, of course, is that I like writing about her, because she’s so completely free of any moral constraint. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do, and that’s a great delight for a storyteller, because it means your story can be unconstrained, too. I’m not sure I’d like to know her in real life (well, of course I would; she’d be fascinating). Writers have always enjoyed the villains, and so do readers, if they’re honest.

    B&N.com: Can you give us some insight into what daemons are? Why don’t non-humans have them? They're a fascinating idea -- I wish I had one.

    PP: I was discovering more about daemons all the way through -- right up to the very end of The Amber Spyglass. And I’m sure there are other aspects of them that I haven’t discovered yet. I don’t want to say anything about them which will give away some of the plot of the final book, but I will say that the daemon is that part of you that helps you grow towards wisdom. I don’t know where the idea of them came from -- it just emerged as I was trying to begin the story. I suddenly realized that Lyra had a daemon, and it all grew out of that. Of course, the daemons had to represent something important in the meaning of the story, and not be merely picturesque; otherwise they’d just get in the way. So there is a big difference between the daemons of children and adults, because the story as a whole is about growing up, or innocence and experience.

    Underlying the whole story is a myth of origin and creation, which I discovered as I wrote. I don’t make it explicit anywhere, but I relied on it all the way through. It explains where daemons come from and why we have them. I’m thinking of doing a sort of companion volume, which would be a natural place for that myth to be written down, so watch this space!

    B&N.com: "It was so beautiful it was almost holy" -- this how Lyra's first impression of the Northern Lights is described in The Golden Compass. Have you ever seen the Northern Lights?

    PP: No, I haven’t. But I’ve been to Edmonton in Alberta on three separate occasions, and each time it was a beautiful, clear night and the people said we were bound to see them, they turned up every night, it was just the right time of year, there was no question of it, they were here last night, you should have seen them, you could bet your life they’ll give a good show tonight, and so on and so on. And did they show up? Not a flicker. I’m beginning to think they’re just one of these travelers’s tales.

    B&N.com: Why did you decide to set the story in a world that is similar to our own, but not quite the same?

    PP: There are many answers.... Laziness, perhaps. I couldn’t be bothered to do enough research to set a story in the real world and get it all right, so I just used the stuff I already knew and made up the rest. That might be one answer. Or else: I was too idle to make up a complete new world, so I just made up some of it and when I ran out of energy I used some other stuff I knew about the real world. That might be another.

    Another answer might be that I thought it would be more intriguing for the reader -- except that I don’t think about my readers very much, so that wouldn’t be altogether true.

    Another might be that I like reading that sort of book myself, so I just did the sort of thing I liked reading. But in fact I don’t know many other books that have this sort of background, so that wouldn’t be completely true either.

    Another might be that I didn’t actually choose it at all. The story came to me in this form and with this setting, and I had no say in the matter. I just had to do what it said. And that would be the truest answer, perhaps. But there’s a bit of truth in all of them.

    B&N.com: Why do you think fantasy literature is so appealing to adults as well as to children?

    PP: I haven’t the faintest idea. Oddly enough, it doesn’t appeal to me very much; I read very little fantasy. I prefer straightforward realism, and I like that because I can connect with it, because I feel it tells me about important things, because it’s real, because it’s true. So it’s no use asking me why fantasy appeals to other people. You’d have to ask them!

    B&N.com: Did you write His Dark Materials with a specific age group in mind?

    PP: No. I don’t think about the readers at all. If I think about the audience I’d like to have, I don’t think about a particular age group, or a particular gender, or a particular class or ethnic group or anything specific at all. I’d like the largest audience possible, please. When you say, “This book is for children”, what you’re understood as saying is “This book is NOT for adults.” I don’t want that. I’d like to think that I’m telling the sort of story that holdeth children from play and old men from the chimney corner, in the old phrase of Sir Philip Sidney. Everyone is welcome, and no one is shut out, and I hope each reader will find a tale worth spending time with.

    B&N.com: The main hero of your trilogy is Lyra -- a loveable, extremely impressive girl/young woman who has a large task on her hands. It's said by the people who have insight into Lyra's importance that she must fulfill her destiny without knowing what her destiny is. Can you explain why?

    PP: Because it’s her nature that has to make a choice, not her conscience. If she knows that she’s about to do something fateful, her awareness, her self-consciousness will get in the way and spoil everything. So it’s a very delicate balance that has to be kept.

    B&N.com: How much will you miss the characters now that you’ve finished the story?

    PP: A huge amount. I’ve lived with them for seven years; in another sense I’ve lived with them all my life because everything I’ve ever learned has gone into this book. It was very hard letting it go. I kept wanting to call it back and adjust this bit or that, but you have to let go in the end. Lyra and Will and the others are on their own now. I hope they find old friends, and make new ones.

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    Reading Group Guide

    The questions, discussion topics, and author information that follow are intended to enhance your group's reading of The Subtle Knife. The Subtle Knife is Book Two of Philip Pullman's trilogy "His Dark Materials". In Book One, The Golden Compass, young Lyra Belacqua journeys through "a universe like ours but different in many ways." The most striking difference between Lyra's world and ours is the existence of daemons. These spirit-creatures, physical manifestations of the human soul, can change shape until their human companions reach adolescence. Then each daemon settles into the animal form that best reflects the inner nature of its human counterpart.
    In The Golden Compass, Lyra discovers that her mother, Mrs. Coulter, is conducting experiments in which children are severed from their daemons, turning them into emotionless, almost inhuman beings. Mrs. Coulter and her colleagues are doing this to learn more about a substance called "Dust, " which seems to accumulate on humans when they reach maturity. While many fear Dust, both Mrs. Coulter and Lyra's father, Lord Asriel, see it as the source of great power. The Golden Compass concludes with Lord Asriel harnessing the power of Dust to create an opening in the atmosphere of his world, forging a bridge to another universe. This he fearlessly crosses, leaving Mrs. Coulter behind. Lyra perceives that Dust is good and vows to discover its secrets with the help of her "golden compass", or alethiometer, a truth-seeking device. And so Lyra and her daemon, Pantalaimon, follow Lord Asriel into the other world.
    The Subtle Knife begins in our own world, where Will Parry, driven by curiosity about his mysterious, missing father and concern for his vulnerable, disturbed mother, accidentally kills an intruder. While fleeing, he finds a "window" into a sunlit otherworld. What could be a better refuge than a hidden universe? But this universe is a strange, empty place: a city that seems to have been abandoned in such haste that food is left rotting on plates at a sidewalk cafe. The inhabitants of the city, Cittágazze, have fled from the invading Specters, ghostlike creatures that devour the souls of adults. But Specters are harmless and invisible to children, and soon Will meets another fugitive child in Cittágazze: Lyra. Although he does not know it, their lives are soon to become forever intertwined when Lyra's alethiometer gives her one simple command: Help Will find his father.
    The richly imagined world of Book One seems almost quiet and simple when compared to the turmoil of Book Two. Here "Dust" is called "dark matter" and has been joined by a myriad of other complex phenomena, including the Specters and bene elim (angels). One protagonist has been replaced by two, Lyra and Will. Most significant of all, Lyra's truth-giving compass seems to pale in comparison to the power of Will's new acquisition, the subtle knife, the Æsahættr, the knife that will cut ANYTHING. What can it mean to be the bearer of such an instrument?
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    • Posted November 2, 2011

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      The continuation of a great adventure

      A continuation of The Golden Compass. Pullman does well continuing the story with some new characters. Very good series. Highly recommended.

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    • Posted February 8, 2011

      awsome read

      this book and The Golden Compass gave me a different idea of the world (or worlds?)

      3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted July 24, 2010

      Fantastic

      I read The Subtle Knife for my second book in summer reading. My first book was the prequel The Golden Compass I absolutely loved it. Wanting to read more I read The Subtle Knife and It did not disappoint It was even better than the first book In The beginning you are introduced to Will and eventually Will and Lyra meet and continue on Lyra's journey on discovering her parents, her self, her demons true form, and her destiny. This book was as good as the first.

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    • Posted March 7, 2010

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      Takes Up Where The Golden Compass Leaves Off

      This isn't quite fair since I've now read the entire trilogy, but The Subtle Knife, while excellent, didn't quite grab me like the first or third parts. The addition of Will was brilliant, and his is obviously a thoroughly drawn character. He seems to be just the right combination of edgy, precocious, and yet still child-like - and a perfect foil for Lyra.

      Whatever might be said about the middle third, be sure to read this trilogy in order, or you will find the total effect greatly diminished.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 18, 2013

      A very strange change of pace, but with characters so vivid,a pl

      A very strange change of pace, but with characters so vivid,a plot so gripping, and a twist no fan saw coming, you won't care.

      2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 20, 2013

      The Subtle Knife

      I did not like this one as much as I liked the first book. I was a little lost at the beginning, but it explained everything completely later. In all this one is less about Lyra and more about the newest main character Will. There were times I had trouble following along with the plot, but in all a great story and continuation to the Golden Compass.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted January 5, 2013

      A Trilogy For All Ages

      Powerful, beautiful and emotional (it made me cry!). Still has the hypnotizing adventures that you just cant put down. It becomes more "spirit worldly" and if youre a parent maybe something you would want to read first before your child. One message rings clear "children can change the world!" The introduction of a male protagonist is great and gives the reader another perspective just as fascinating a Lyras. What a captivatingly unique story, so rich and colorful. I need more of these types of books. Thank you Mr. Pullman.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted May 27, 2012

      Lord Voldemort

      Great!! The saddest part is where lee dies. :(

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    • Posted January 18, 2011

      best book ever

      loved it

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    • Posted December 27, 2010

      Absolutely Love It!

      In grade school I couldn't read this enough. Just finished it for the hundreth time in my life and its still mu favorite after all these years:) I definately recommend you read it!!!!!!

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    • Posted October 18, 2010

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      Still, very, very, very confused.

      Much like my review for The Golden Compass, this book was very confusing, and I am still having a hard time truly understanding what is going on. At this point the only reason I am going to read the final book is in hopes that some of this is explained in full detail. Which I highly doubt. I still don't understand how this series of books was meant/directed towards children, much less adults as I have found myself pushing my way thru them, re-reading things as I go as these stories are not fluid and truly do not flow.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 15, 2010

      Awesome Book!

      This sequel to The Golden Compass was as fantastic as the first one, if not better. The author does a wonderful job of describing the world of The Subtle Knife, such as the scene in which the titular subtle knife is introduced in the city of Cittágazze. The plot keeps you guessing as new characters are introduced and twists thrown at you from every angle. It follows the continuing story of Lyra Belaqua, as it becomes intertwined with that of Will Parry, who is a boy from our world as opposed to Lyra's. They travel on a quest to find his father, who was lost while on an expedition years ago. Even though it may be somewhat slow at times, it always manages to recapture your attention with an epic scene that makes up for it all. It ends with a very suspenseful conclusion that will leave you begging for the sequel immediately. I would recommend this book to anybody who loves a good, edge-of-your-seat fantasy novel, especially if you've read the prequel, The Golden Compass.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted January 30, 2010

      Book was great, but ebook is incorrect.

      The eBook version I got on my nook was missing entire parts of the books including the parts about the actual sublte knife. Ridiculous.

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 14, 2005

      awsomeness!!

      one of my absolute faveorite books. one of the only books that really worked my brain a great book thru and thru

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    • Anonymous

      Posted November 25, 2002

      So Much Good, But Falls So Short

      I respect Phillip Pullman. I read the first of his Dark Materials trilogy and was impressed by several stylistic elements. First, his plot is excellent. It iw well considered, organized, well thought out and invigorating. The same can be said for The Subtle Knife. The second thing I must still commend him for is his recognization of the audience. At times Pullman writes to his audience as if they are a member of the society he is describing, and in course he lets the audience in on secrets of that society, as if they had been born in to it. It is the way he writes of Lyra's home world. This style, while commendable, also raises a problem. By assuming the reader is a knowledgable audience member, he never describes some elements of the society until they are uncovered by the plot. Fortunatly the plot is good enough to buoy the books along. But plot isn't everything, and by the time I reached The Subtle Knife, I noticed something was lacking. What I truly longed for was a three-dimensional character. One I could empathize with and follow as they moved through thier exploits. I was hoping Pullman would expand upon Lyra, or her new companion, Will would have some emotion attached to them that would connect these characters to the readers. Yet they continue to stumble through this marvelous plot like half broken mannequins, drunk with thier own blandness. I found the wonderful twists and turns of the plot meant less and less as the book wore on. I didn't care if Lyra and Will were attacked, because Pullman hadn't given me enough reason to care about them in the first place. The fantastic plot of the Golden Compass was enough to make me go out and buy The Subtle Knife. The lack of substantial characters in The Subtle Knife has made me throw it across the room upon completion where it lays, unable to prod me to read this series anymmore.

      1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted November 18, 2001

      Breathtaking!

      This book was made out of pure genius! It is by far the best book I have ever read. Touching,suspenseful,delightfull. You name it, this book had it all!

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted June 12, 2001

      Couldn't Be Better

      The Dark Materials Trilogy is the best Trilogy I have read. It is amazing that someone can come up with all of that stuff. I think that these are the best books in the world. When I started reading these books I fell in love with these books. The way I heard about these books is that my best friend read them and she said they were so good. Now I like them more than her.

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    • Posted August 15, 2014

      Highly dissapointing

      After watching the movie "The Golden Compass" I was very excited to read the books and find out what happens to all the wonderful characters. The first book was good and I can see why they made the movie, but the next two books felt more like an agenda by the author and held no real magic of their own. Very unworthy of the ideas set forth in the first book.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted January 24, 2014

      I stongly disagree with LAME

      Phillup Pullman is not against christains he mentions all religouns so next time you post something like that you should pay attention to thr book

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