oceanssapart:Lyra’s father stood there, his powerful dark-eyed face at first fierce, triumphan
oceanssapart:Lyra’s father stood there, his powerful dark-eyed face at first fierce, triumphant, and eager; and then the color faded from it; his eyes widened, in horror, as he recognized his daughter.—My heart nearly stopped… It was what they—we—what I had done to other children, but when it was mine … Oh, you can’t conceive the horror of that moment, I hope you never suffer as I did then… -- source link