Jean-Leon Gerome Pygmalion and GalateaVincent van Gogh IrisesWassily Kandinsky Farbstudie Quadrate
intention craft was being piloted by Mrs. Coulter. She and her daemon were alone in the cockpit.
The barometric altimeter was little use in the storm, but she could judge her altitude roughly by watching the fires on the She didn't use the lights, because she wanted to get close and find somewhere to land before they saw her and shot her down. As she flew closer, the updrafts became more violent, the gusts more sudden and brutal. A gyropter would have had no chance: the savage air would have slammed it to the ground like a fly. In the intention craft she could move ground that blazed where angels fell; despite the hurtling rain, they were still flaring high. As for the course, that wasn't difficult, either: the lightning that flickered around the Mountain served as a brilliant beacon. But she had to avoid the various flying beings who were still fighting in the air, and keep clear of the rising land below.
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