{"product_id":"his-dark-materials-the-amber-spyglass-book-3-isbn-9780440418566","title":"His Dark Materials: The Amber Spyglass (Book 3)","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLER • “BREATHTAKING.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Boston Globe \u003c\/i\u003e• An \u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e All-Time Greatest Novel • A \u003ci\u003eNewsweek\u003c\/i\u003e Top 100 Book of All Time • Winner of the Costa Award and the British Book Award • A \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e Best Young Adult Book of the Century • The Inspiration for the HBO Original Series \u003ci\u003eHis Dark Materials\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDON’T MISS THE EPIC FINALE TO LYRA’S STORY: \u003ci\u003eTHE ROSE FIELD, \u003c\/i\u003eAVAILABLE NOW!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe astonishing conclusion to the trilogy that began with the modern fantasy classic \u003ci\u003eThe Golden Compass\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“War, politics, magic, science, individual lives and cosmic destinies are all here . . . assembled into a narrative of tremendous pace by a man with a generous, precise intelligence.”—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThroughout the worlds, the forces of both heaven and hell are mustering to take part in Lord Asriel’s audacious rebellion. Each player in this epic drama has a role to play—and a sacrifice to make. Witches, angels, spies, assassins, tempters, and pretenders—no one will remain unscathed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLyra and Will have the most dangerous task of all. They must journey to a gray-lit world where no living soul has ever gone and from which there is no escape.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs war rages and Dust drains from the sky, the fate of the living—and the dead—comes to depend on Lyra and Will. On the choices they make in love, and for love, forevermore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLook for the modern fantasy classics of HIS DARK MATERIALS:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Golden Compass • The Subtle Knife • The Amber Spyglass\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAnd Lyra’s adventures continue in THE BOOK OF DUST:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eLa Belle Sauvage • The Secret Commonwealth • The Rose Field\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Absorbing . . Like \u003ci\u003eHarry Potter\u003c\/i\u003e creator J. K. Rowling, [Pullman] invents a world filled with strange divinations and wordplays.”\u003cbr\u003e–\u003ci\u003eNewsweek\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A LITERARY MASTERPIECE . . . [that] caps the most magnificent fantasy series since \u003ci\u003eThe Lord of the Rings\u003c\/i\u003e and puts Harry Potter to shame. . . . A page-turning story that builds to a powerful finish.”\u003cbr\u003e–\u003ci\u003eOregonian\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT DOWN, SO FIRMLY AND RELENTLESSLY DOES PULLMAN DRAW YOU INTO HIS TALE . . . [A] gripping saga pitting the magnetic young Lyra Belacqua and her friend Will Parry against the forces of both Heaven and Hell.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e–Pittsburgh Post-Gazette\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Breathtaking adventure . . . terrific story, eloquently told.”–\u003ci\u003eThe Boston Sunday Globe\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003ePhilip Pullman \u003c\/b\u003eis one of the most acclaimed writers working today. He is best known for the His Dark Materials trilogy (\u003ci\u003eThe Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Amber Spyglass\u003c\/i\u003e), which has been named one of the top 100 novels of all time by \u003ci\u003eNewsweek\u003c\/i\u003e and one of the all-time greatest novels by \u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e. He is also the author of another trilogy set in the same world, The Book of Dust (\u003ci\u003eLa Belle Sauvage, The Secret Commonwealth, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Rose Field\u003c\/i\u003e) as well as numerous other much-loved novels, a collection of fairy tales, and a volume of essays and speeches on writing. He has won many distinguished prizes, including the Carnegie Medal, the Whitbread (now Costa) Award, Parents’ Choice Gold Awards, and the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award. Pullman was knighted for services to literature in the New Years Honours 2019. He lives in Oxford, England.THE ENCHANTED SLEEPER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half, hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village-little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings - at the foot of the valley to a half-ruined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the Perpetual winds from the high mountains, and offerings of  barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapor enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cave lay some way above the path. Many years before, a holy man had lived there, meditating and fasting and praying, and the place was venerated for the sake of his memory. It was thirty feet or so deep, with a dry floor: an ideal den for a bear or a wolf, but the only creatures living in it for years had been birds and bats.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the form that was crouching inside the entrance, his black eyes watching this way and that, his sharp ears pricked, was neither bird nor bat. The sunlight lay heavy and rich on his lustrous golden fur, and his monkey hands turned a pine cone this way and that, snapping off the scales with sharp fingers and scratching out the sweet nuts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBehind him, just beyond the point where the sunlight reached, Mrs. Coulter was heating some water in a small pan over a naphtha stove. Her daemon uttered a warning murmur and Mrs. Coulter looked up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eComing along the forest path was a young village girl. Mrs. Coulter knew who she was: Ama had been bringing her food for some days now. Mrs. Coulter had let it be known when she first arrived that she was a holy woman engaged in meditation and prayer, and under a vow never to speak to a man. Ama was the only person whose visits she accepted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis time, though, the girl wasn't alone. Her father was with her, and while Ama climbed up to the cave, he waited a little way off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAma came to the cave entrance and bowed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My father sends me with prayers for your goodwill,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Greetings, child,\" said Mrs. Coulter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe girl was carrying a bundle wrapped in faded cotton, which she laid at Mrs. Coulter's feet. Then she held out a little bunch of flowers, a dozen or so anemones bound with a cotton thread, and began to speak in a rapid, nervous voice. Mrs. Coulter understood some of the language of these mountain people, but it would never do to let them know how much. So she smiled and motioned to the girl to close her lips and to watch their two daemons. The golden monkey was holding out his little black hand, and Ama's butterfly daemon was fluttering closer and closer until he settled on a horny forefinger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe monkey brought him slowly to his ear, and Mrs. Coulter felt a tiny stream of understanding flow into her mind, clarifying the girl's words. The villagers were happy for a holy woman, such as herself, to take refuge in the cave, but it was rumored 'that she had a companion with her who was in some way dangerous and powerful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was that which made the villagers afraid. Was this other Steing Mrs. Coulter's master, or her servant? Did she mean harm? Why was she there in the first place? Were they going to stay long? Ama conveyed these questions with a thousand misgivings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA novel answer occurred to Mrs. Coulter as the daemon's understanding filtered into hers. She could tell the truth. Not all of it, naturally, but some. She felt a little quiver of laughter at the idea, but kept it out of her voice as she explained:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, there is someone else with me. But there is nothing to be afraid of. She is my daughter, and she is under a spell that made her fall asleep. We have come here to hide from the enchanter who put the spell on her, while I try to cure her and keep her from harm. Come and see her, if you like.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAma was half-soothed by Mrs. Coulter's soft voice, and half afraid still; and the talk of enchanters and spells added to the awe she felt. But the golden monkey was holding her daemon so gently, and she was curious, besides, so she followed Mrs. Coulter into the cave.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer father, on the path below, took a step forward, and his crow daemon raised her wings once or twice, but he stayed where he was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Coulter lit a candle, because the light was fading rapidly, and led Ama to the back of the cave. Ama's eyes glittered widely in the gloom, and her hands were moving together in a repetitive gesture of finger on thumb, finger on thumb, to ward off danger by confusing the evil spirits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You see?\" said Mrs. Coulter. \"She can do no harm. 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