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“You saved them,” she whispered.

Finn surfaced. His fin was dim now, smoking gently. He looked up at her—a girl of the air, haloed by the setting sun. thunderfin

But Finn was a boy of the pelagic shallows, where sunlight still dappled the coral. He loved the strange, frantic world of the air-breathers: the gulls with their hollow bones, the wooden ships that creaked like sleeping whales, and most of all, the girl. “You saved them,” she whispered

On the surface, Lyra had seen it all: the underwater explosion of light, the shape of a boy with a tail of metal rising through the waves. She leaned over her skiff, heart pounding. “You saved them

He was lonely.