Gustav Klimt Death and Life

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Will and Lyra got painfully to their feet again and clambered on.
"I been cold plenty of times," Lyra said, to take her mind off the pursuers, "but I en't been this hot, ever. Is it this hot in your world?"
"Not where I where they were; any spring that made its way into the air was soon swallowed again among the rocks.
And so they moved on, toward evening.

The witch who flew back to spy was called Lena Feldt. She flew used to live. Not normally. But the climate's been changing. The summers are hotter than they used to be. They say that people have been interfering with the atmosphere by putting chemicals in it, and the weather's going out of control.""Yeah, well, they have," said Lyra, "and it is. And we're here in the middle of it."He was too hot and thirsty to reply, and they climbed on breathlessly in the throbbing air. Pantalaimon was a cricket now, and sat on Lyra's shoulder, too tired to leap or fly. From time to time the witches would see a spring high up, too high to climb to, and fly up to fill the children's flasks. They would soon have died without water, and there was none