NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • The breathtaking conclusion to Philip Pullman’s landmark new trilogy The Book of Dust! Return to the world of His Dark Materials and discover what fate has in store for Lyra, “one of fantasy’s most indelible heroines” ( The New York Times Magazine ). ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR: Horn Book , The Boston Globe Blue Ribbon Awards List “Pullman’s abilities as a storyteller are stupendous, and on full display.”— The Atlantic “Tremendously entertaining.”— Slate Lyra Silvertongue is alone in a city haunted by daemons, searching for her beloved Pan. Malcolm Polstead isn’t far behind, searching for Lyra. And they are both racing toward the desert of Karamakan, following the trail of roses said to hold the secret of Dust. Their allies and enemies are converging on the mysterious red building at the heart of the desert: Marcel Delamare and the military might of the Magisterium; the radical Men from the Mountains; scientists, scholars, and spies; troops of witches and other people of the air. And awaiting them all is a previously unseen and chilling new threat that will change everything. The intertwining odysseys of Malcolm and Lyra, their journeys both internal and external, will test their limits and challenge even their most dearly held beliefs. As ever, Philip Pullman is using the language of fantasy to illuminate our world and to explore the deepest questions of what it means to be alive and awake to all the splendors and horrors around us. The extraordinary novels of The Book of Dust speak powerfully to today’s readers and will take their place alongside the forever-favorites of His Dark Materials. Look for the entire trilogy of THE BOOK OF DUST: La Belle Sauvage • The Secret Commonwealth • The Rose Field And Lyra’s adventures begin in HIS DARK MATERIALS: The Golden Compass • The Subtle Knife • The Amber Spyglass ★ “As ever, Philip Pullman invites us to increase our capacity for wonder even as we recoil from the world’s torments.... The Rose Field is rich, radiant and rare .” — BookPage, starred review ★ " Pullman is a consummate storyteller , determined in his prose, sure of his destination, forthright with the unsettling implications. A timely and highly welcome achievement." — The Horn Book, starred review “A worthy conclusion.” —Dan Kois, The New York Times Book Review “ The Rose Field will cap the adventures of Lyra Silvertongue, the flinty, brilliant heroine who makes the mother of dragons look meek .” — Literary Hub “Lyra is one of the most memorable and beloved heroines in YA fiction and fantasy in general.” — GameSpot “It's a journey philosophically minded readers will no doubt embark upon again and again just for more time with Lyra Silvertongue and the imaginative greatness of the incomparable Philip Pullman.” — Common Sense Media “ Assured prose considers the interplay between logic and imagination as well as community and exploitation, injecting further ideological complexity into the familiar world first introduced in The Golden Compass.” — Booklist “ Richly endowed with big ideas and larger-than-life characters." — Kirkus Reviews Philip Pullman is one of the most acclaimed writers working today. He is best known for the His Dark Materials trilogy ( The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife, and The Amber Spyglass ), which has been named one of the top 100 novels of all time by Newsweek and one of the all-time greatest novels by Entertainment Weekly . He is also the author of another trilogy set in the same world, The Book of Dust ( La Belle Sauvage, The Secret Commonwealth, and The Rose Field ) as well as numerous other much-loved novels, a collection of fairy tales, and a volume of essays and speeches on writing. He has won many distinguished prizes, including the Carnegie Medal, the Whitbread (now Costa) Award, Parents’ Choice Gold Awards, and the Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award. Pullman was knighted for services to literature in the New Years Honours 2019. He lives in Oxford, England. One Beings of Another Kind “But who?” said Lyra. “Who is waiting?” “Me,” said Nur Huda, “and my dæmon, Jamal, but they won’t—­” “Is he here? Is your dæmon here?” “Yes, but they won’t let him—­won’t let me . . .” Lyra stopped. The moonlight shone full in the younger girl’s face, glistening on the lip she was biting and on the unshed tears in her eyes. All around them were tumbled columns of marble, statues of long-­forgotten queens or gods, some still intact, and walls and arches and colonnades, gleaming brilliantly white where the moon touched them, among jagged shadows of fathomless black where it did not. “But who are they?” said Lyra. “Just voices. I don’t know! It’s like a war in here. They fight, and I don’t know why, I don’t know who they are, and I can’t see them. I’m so frightened. Just voices. I can’t see them.” “And they won’t let you do what? Take your dæmon away, is that it? They’re keeping him prisoner?”