Wednesday 21 January 2009

William Bouguereau The Abduction of Psyche

William Bouguereau The Abduction of PsycheGustav Klimt lady with fanClaude Monet The Water Lily Pond
far now!"
And then came a cry in a voice that Lyra knew and loved better than any other:
"Oh, come quick! Quick, Lyra!"
"Pan, darling, I'm here their target, too, and they pressed in through the snagging tangle of bush and briar and root and branch, meeting no more resistance than smoke. A dozen, a score of the pallid malignities seemed to pour in toward the center of the grove, where John Parry's ghost marshaled his companions to fight them off.
Will and Lyra were both trembling and weak with fear, exhaustion...”She hurled herself into the dark, sobbing and shaking, and Will tore down branches and ivy and slashed at brambles and nettles, while all around them the ghost-voices rose in a clamor of encouragement and warning.But the Specters had found

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