John Constable Weymouth Bay

John Constable Weymouth BayJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900John William Waterhouse The Siren
each coffin, Lyra was interested to see, a brass plaque bore a picture of a different being: this one a basilisk, this a serpent, this a monkey. She realized that they were images of the dead men's daemons. As people became adult they found a passage lined with stone shelves. Each shelf was partitioned off into square sections, and in each section rested a skull.
Roger's daemon, tail tucked firmly between her legs, shivered against him and gave a little quiet howl.
"Hush," he said.
Lyra couldn't see Pantalaimon, but she knew his moth form, their daemons lost the power to change and assumed one shape, keeping it permanently."These coffins' ve got skeletons in "em!" whispered Roger."Moldering flesh," whispered Lyra. "And worms and maggots all twisting about in their eye sockets.""Must be ghosts down here," said Roger, shivering pleasantly.Beyond the first crypt