{"product_id":"the-book-of-dust-the-secret-commonwealth-book-of-dust-volume-2-isbn-9780553510669","title":"The Book of Dust: The Secret Commonwealth (Book of Dust, Volume 2)","description":"\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER • DON’T MISS THE EPIC FINALE TO THE BOOK OF DUST: \u003ci\u003eTHE ROSE FIELD, \u003c\/i\u003eAVAILABLE NOW!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eReturn to the world of His Dark Materials and discover what comes next for Lyra, “one of fantasy’s most indelible heroines” (\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Magazine\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“A big novel full of big ideas, big characters, and big sorrows . . . This book feels like a response to the darkness in our time.”—NPR\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLyra Silvertongue thought that the adventures of her youth were long behind her, but when her daemon, Pantalaimon, witnesses a brutal murder, they are suddenly caught up in crimes that carry unsettling echoes from their past.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Lyra at twenty is very different from Lyra at thirteen. The lies she used to spin with ease no longer come, she and Pan are at odds, and her ability to trust—most of all in herself—has been shattered. On the run, Lyra finds a surprising new ally in Malcolm Polstead. Lyra and Malcolm will travel far beyond the confines of Oxford, across Europe and into the Levant, searching for a city haunted by daemons, and a desert said to hold the mystery of Dust.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo find the truth, Lyra will have to reconnect with the girl she once was and face dangers that will challenge everything she knows about her world. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eLook for the entire trilogy of 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\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAnd Lyra’s adventures begin in 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\u003eThe Secret Commonwealth\u003c\/i\u003e is a \u003cb\u003emajestic return to Lyra’s next chapter\u003c\/b\u003e with all the \u003cb\u003emagic, folklore, and fantasy \u003c\/b\u003eonly Philip Pullman can provide.” –\u003ci\u003eHypable\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A big novel full of \u003cb\u003ebig ideas, big characters and big sorrows\u003c\/b\u003e. . . \u003cb\u003eThis book feels like a response to the darkness of our time\u003c\/b\u003e.”—NPR\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003ePullman’s best novel so far.\u003c\/b\u003e A work of extraordinary depth and humanity.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Observer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“As always, Pullman’s writing is \u003cb\u003esimple, unpretentious, beautiful, true\u003c\/b\u003e. . . . the conclusion to the Book of Dust can’t come soon enough.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The novel gallops forward, \u003cb\u003efull of danger, delight and surprise\u003c\/b\u003e. Pullman is a staggeringly gifted storyteller.” —\u003ci\u003eNew Statesman\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Engrossing.”\u003c\/b\u003e—\u003ci\u003eFinancial Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Exhilarating.”\u003c\/b\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Enthralling.”\u003c\/b\u003e—\u003ci\u003eReadings\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e “Mr. Pullman’s writing is \u003cb\u003eclear, clean and forceful,\u003c\/b\u003e never striving for effect and all the more effective because of it. He’s also a man of ideas, which gives great savor to his work.” – \u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eComing back to [Lyra] after all these years is such a profound pleasure\u003c\/b\u003e that I can do nothing but sit back and watch her charge forward into the night, ready as she always was to remake the world in her own image.”—\u003ci\u003eVox\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“Profound and provocative.”\u003c\/b\u003e —\u003ci\u003eBulletin\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eThe Secret Commonwealth\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cb\u003ereasserts Pullman’s affection for the wondrous \u003c\/b\u003eand those pieces of reality which can be seen only by those willing to see.”—\u003ci\u003eNewsweek\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“These books, and the intellectual debate they produce, \u003cb\u003emake Lyra’s world feel more lived-in than ever before\u003c\/b\u003e.” —\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not only is it worthy second installment in The Book of Dust trilogy, it continues to prove this sequence will be \u003cb\u003eevery bit as excellent as His Dark Materials.\u003c\/b\u003e” \u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003e—\u003ci\u003eSeattle Post-Intelligencer\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\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.Little Clarendon Street had been adopted by Oxford’s jeunesse dorée as a fashionable destination. Expensive clothes shops, chic coffeehouses, cocktail bars, and colored anbaric lights strung overhead made it seem like a corner of another city altogether—Malcolm couldn’t have known what made tears come to Lyra’s eyes at that point, though he did notice the tears: it was her memory of the deserted Cittàgazze, all the lights blazing, empty, silent, magi­cal, where she had first met Will. She brushed them away and said nothing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He led the way to a mock-Italian café with candles in straw-wrapped wine bottles and red-checked tablecloths and travel post­ers in splashy colors. Lyra looked around warily.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It’s safe here,” Malcolm said quietly. “There are other places where it’s risky to talk, but there’s no danger in La Luna Caprese.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He ordered a bottle of Chianti, asking Lyra first if that was what she’d like, and she nodded.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When the wine was tried and poured, she said, “I’ve got to tell you something. I’ll try and keep it clear in my head. And now I know about you and your dæmon, it’s something I can tell you, but no one else. Only I’ve heard so many things in the last couple of days and my mind’s in a whirl, so please, if I don’t make sense, just stop me and I’ll go over it again.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Of course.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She began with Pan’s experience on the Monday night, the at­tack, the murder, the man giving him the wallet to take to Lyra. Malcolm listened in astonishment, though he felt no skepticism: such things happened, as he knew well. But one thing seemed odd.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The victim and his dæmon knew about separating?” he said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Yes,” said Pan at Lyra’s elbow. “They weren’t shocked, like most people would be. In fact, they could separate too. She must have seen me up the tree when he was being attacked, and thought it would be all right to trust me, I suppose.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So Pan brought the wallet back to me at St. Sophia’s . . . ,” Lyra went on.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And that was when Asta saw me,” Pan put in.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “. . . but other things got in the way, and we didn’t have a chance to look at it till the next morning.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She pulled her bag up to her lap and took out the wallet, passing it to him unobtrusively. He noticed Pan’s tooth marks, and no­ticed the smell too, which Pan had called cheap cologne, though it seemed to Malcolm something other than that, something wilder. He opened the wallet and took out the contents one by one as she spoke. The Bodleian card, the university staff card, the diplomatic papers, all so familiar; his own wallet had held very similar papers in its time.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “He was coming back to Oxford, I think,” Lyra said, “because if you look at the laissez-passers, you can trace his journey from Sin Kiang to here. He’d probably have gone on to the Botanic Garden, if they hadn’t attacked him.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Malcolm caught another faint trace of the scent on the wallet. He raised it to his nose, and something distant rang like a bell, or gleamed like the sun on a snowy mountaintop, just for the fraction of a second, and then it was gone.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Did he say anything else, the man who was killed?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He addressed the question to Pan, and Pan thought hard before saying, “No. He couldn’t. He was nearly dead. He made me take the wallet out of his pocket and told me to take it to Lyra—I mean, he didn’t know her name, but he said to take it to your . . . I think he thought we could be trusted because he knew about separating.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Have you taken this to the police?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Of course. That was almost the first thing we did next morn­ing,” Lyra said. “But when we were waiting in the police station, Pan heard one of the policemen speak.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “He was the first killer, the one who wasn’t wounded,” said Pan. “I recognized his voice. It was very distinctive.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “So we asked about something quite different and then left,” Lyra went on. “We just thought we shouldn’t give the wallet to the very man who’d killed him.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Sensible,” said Malcolm.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Oh, and there’s another thing. The man who was cut on the leg. He’s called Benny Morris.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “How d’you know that?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I know someone who works at the mail depot, and I asked him if there was anyone there who’d hurt his leg. He said yes, there was a big ugly man called Benny Morris, who sounds just like the man we saw.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And what then?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “In the wallet,” Lyra said carefully, “there was a left-luggage key—you know, the sort you get with those lockers at the station.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “What did you do with that?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I thought we ought to go and get whatever was in it. So—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Don’t tell me you \u003ci\u003edid\u003c\/i\u003e?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Yes. Because he’d sort of entrusted it to us, the wallet, and what was in it. So we thought we ought to go and look after it before the men who killed him realized and went to look for it themselves.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The killers knew he had some sort of luggage,” said Pan, “be­cause they kept asking each other if he’d had a bag, if he’d dropped it, were they sure they hadn’t seen it, and so on. As if they’d been told to expect one.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “And what was in the locker?” said Malcolm.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A rucksack,” Lyra said. “Which is under the floorboards in my room in Jordan.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It’s there now?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She nodded.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e He picked up his glass and drained it in one, and then stood up. “Let’s go and get it. While it’s there, you’re in great danger, Lyra, and that’s no exaggeration. Come on.”","brand":"Knopf Books for Young Readers","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300347728101,"sku":"NP9780553510669","price":27.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553510669.jpg?v=1767738461","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-book-of-dust-the-secret-commonwealth-book-of-dust-volume-2-isbn-9780553510669","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}