If you haven’t yet read His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, you should get cracking. The Golden Compass is coming out at the end of the year!

  Hope is nothing but the flipside of despair
running on empty, still, something
burning like acid, chilling like frost
veins all tapped out, and yet you still bleed
you lie there all tingling
    upon bloodstained sheets
        no game left to play, the dice always come up snake-eyes
and still your eyes flutter open
        with the kiss of the sunlight