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“I’m not interesting”
Marisa Coulter, Episode 1
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“I’m not interesting”
Marisa Coulter, Episode 1
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Marisa Coulter, His Dark Materials
“Corruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious probing curiousity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from your earliest years shown a shred of compassion for sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cess-pit of moral filth.”
"I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he'd see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything I'd ever done...I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn't.There is none. But I love Lyra. Where did this love come from? I don't know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it."
The sunlight looks wrong on her skin; the summer air, suffocating. They were children of the North with winter woven into their bones and ice lacing their every breath. Breath that exhaled forbidden longings and sought oblivion in shadowy corners and veiled doorways, just out of sight."I should be getting back to Edward," she purrs, smoke curling above her head.
"And just where does our Mr. Coulter believe you to be?" he replies, an expression vaguely resembling a smirk dancing upon the corners of his mouth.
"St. Sophia's. With my old, saintly crowd," she answers while absentmindedly tapping ash from the end of her cigarette, her attention on Asriel. "In fact, he's expecting me on the 1 o'clock zeppelin." Asriel watches as the breeze sweeps it off the balcony and moves toward her with slow, calculated steps.
"Leave with me-" his voice is a whisper, as if enemies threatened their privacy.
"Oh, Asriel. Don't be ridiculous-"
"Today. We can go North-"
"Edward has the ear of the king, the entire church at his beck and call!"
"Run and never return-"
"There's nowhere we could go that he wouldn't find us unless - I don't know - unless it was another world!" Asriel turns away, eyes shut as if to keep from betraying something to her.
Little did she know, he thought, that they gripped the very seams of the universe at their fingertips.
Corruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious probing curiousity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from your earliest years shown a shred of compassion for sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cess-pit of moral filth.