Ah. It was Lachesis who felt it first, as Lyra pried the book free of the cardboard box: another pair of loose ends finding connection. And around Lyra, the Weave shifted yet again.
Clotho looked up from the paperback she'd been examining and, behind Lyra, Atropos paused in her attempts to untangle a skein. "It's a lovely book," Lachesis said placidly. "Your family's Catholic?"