Peder Mork Monsted A River Landscape in Springtime

Peder Mork Monsted A River Landscape in SpringtimeGuillaume Seignac The Awakening of PsycheRudolf Ernst The Perfume Maker
first impulse was to turn and run, or to be sick. A human being with no daemon was like someone without a face, or with their ribs laid open and their heart torn out: something unnatural and uncanny that belonged to the world of night-ghasts, not the waking world of sense.
So Lyra swallowed hard to govern her nausea. "The Gobblers..." But she couldn't finish. She had to go out of the shed and sit down by herself in the snow, except that of course she wasn't by herself, she was never by herself, because Pantalaimon was always there. Oh, to be cut from him as this little boy had been parted from his Ratter! The worst thing in the world! She found herself sobbing, and Pantalaimon was whimpering too, and in both of them there was a passionate pity and clung to Pantalaimon and her head swam and her gorge rose, and cold as the night was, a sickly sweat moistened her flesh with something colder still."Ratter," said the boy. "You got my Ratter?"Lyra was in no doubt what he meant."No," she said in a voice as frail and frightened as she felt. Then, "What's your name?""Tony Makarios," he said. "Where's Ratter?""I don't know..." she began, and