John Constable Hadleigh CastleJohn Constable Flatford MillJohn William Waterhouse The Magic Circle
looked at their stern faces and regretted it. The statues of very powerful dead mages were sometimes more than statues had any right to be. Maybe he should have kept his voice down.
"Yes?" he ventured, acutely aware of the stony stares.
"Up here, you fool!"
He lookedlike this?"
"A witch has got to have a hat, otherwise who's to know?" said Granny. She made a grab as something dark and sodden drifted by, cackled triumphantly, tipped out the water and rammed the hat on her head. It had lost its stiffening and flopped rather rakishly over one eye. up. The broomstick descended heavily through the rain in a series of swoops and jerks. About five feet above the water it lost its few remaining aerial pretensions, and flopped noisily into a whirlpool. "Don't stand there, idiot!" Treatle peered nervously into the gloom. "I've got to stand somewhere," he said. "I mean give us a hand!" snapped Cutangle, rising from the wavelets like a fat and angry Venus. "The lady first, of course." He turned to Granny, who was Fi around in the water. "I've lost my hat," she said. Cutangle sighed. "Does that really matter at a time
Monday, 9 March 2009
William Blake Nebuchadnezzar
William Blake NebuchadnezzarWilliam Blake Jacob's LadderVincent van Gogh The Olive Trees
thought hadn't occurred to her at all. "No," she said truthfully. "Why? Will you?"
"No. Not really. There's no need to be frightened."
"I'm not."
"Oh." A brown arm appeared, attached to the head by the normal arrangements, and helped her out of her nest in the fleeces. Esk looked up and down the river. It was already much wider than it had been at Ohulan.
"I don't know. There's certainly a lot of it. Is this your ship?"
"Boat," he corrected. He was taller than her father, although not quite so old, and dressed like a gypsy. Most of his teeth had turned gold, but Esk decided it wasn't the
Esk stood on the deck of the barge and looked around. The sky was bluer than a biscuit barrel, fitting neatly over a broad valley through which the river ran as sluggishly as a planning inquiry.
Behind her the Ramtops still acted as a hitching rail for clouds, but they no longer dominated as they had done for as long as Esk had known them. Distance had eroded them.
"Where's this?" she said, sniffing the new smells of swamp and sedge.
thought hadn't occurred to her at all. "No," she said truthfully. "Why? Will you?"
"No. Not really. There's no need to be frightened."
"I'm not."
"Oh." A brown arm appeared, attached to the head by the normal arrangements, and helped her out of her nest in the fleeces. Esk looked up and down the river. It was already much wider than it had been at Ohulan.
"I don't know. There's certainly a lot of it. Is this your ship?"
"Boat," he corrected. He was taller than her father, although not quite so old, and dressed like a gypsy. Most of his teeth had turned gold, but Esk decided it wasn't the
Esk stood on the deck of the barge and looked around. The sky was bluer than a biscuit barrel, fitting neatly over a broad valley through which the river ran as sluggishly as a planning inquiry.
Behind her the Ramtops still acted as a hitching rail for clouds, but they no longer dominated as they had done for as long as Esk had known them. Distance had eroded them.
"Where's this?" she said, sniffing the new smells of swamp and sedge.
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Annunciation
Leonardo da Vinci AnnunciationThomas Kinkade Seaside VillageThomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope
looked blankly at the book while Twoflower bustled around unheeded and Cohen tried in vain to lever the rings off the stone wizards.
He had to do something, he reminded himself. What was it, now?
He opened the the walls, gushed darkly through the city, and engulfed the lands beyond.
The bulk of the star loomed silently over the Disc. In the sky around it the new moons turned slowly and noiselessly.
The only sound was Rincewind's hoarse whispering as he turned page after page.book at the first page and began to read, his lips moving and his forefinger tracing the outline of each letter. As he mumbled each word it appeared soundlessly in the air beside him, in bright colours that streamed away in the night wind. He turned over the page.Other people were coming up the steps now – star people, citizens, even some of the Patrician's personal guard. A couple of star people made a half-hearted attempt to approach Rincewind, who was surrounded now by a rainbow swirl of letters and took absolutely no notice of them, but Cohen drew his sword and looked nonchalantly at them and they thought better of it.Silence spread out from Rincewind's bent form like ripples in a puddle. It cascaded down the tower and spread out through the milling crowds below, flowed over
looked blankly at the book while Twoflower bustled around unheeded and Cohen tried in vain to lever the rings off the stone wizards.
He had to do something, he reminded himself. What was it, now?
He opened the the walls, gushed darkly through the city, and engulfed the lands beyond.
The bulk of the star loomed silently over the Disc. In the sky around it the new moons turned slowly and noiselessly.
The only sound was Rincewind's hoarse whispering as he turned page after page.book at the first page and began to read, his lips moving and his forefinger tracing the outline of each letter. As he mumbled each word it appeared soundlessly in the air beside him, in bright colours that streamed away in the night wind. He turned over the page.Other people were coming up the steps now – star people, citizens, even some of the Patrician's personal guard. A couple of star people made a half-hearted attempt to approach Rincewind, who was surrounded now by a rainbow swirl of letters and took absolutely no notice of them, but Cohen drew his sword and looked nonchalantly at them and they thought better of it.Silence spread out from Rincewind's bent form like ripples in a puddle. It cascaded down the tower and spread out through the milling crowds below, flowed over
George Bellows Summer Fantasy
George Bellows Summer FantasyGeorge Bellows Romance of AutumnGeorge Bellows Red SunGeorge Bellows Polo Crowd
important thing is success.'
'It's getting there that matters,' said Wert bluntly. 'Not how you travel.'
They set off up the spiral.
Rincewind sat down, scowling at the darkness.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Twoflower, who was holding the Octavo.
'This is no way to treat a book,' he said. 'Look, he's bent the spine right back. People always do that, they've got no idea your fun, you've get back to where you belong!'
'But I—' protested Twoflower.
'The Spell, I mean the Spell,' said Rincewind. 'Go on, get back on the page!'
He glared at the ancient parchment until his eyes crossed.
'Then I'll say you!' he shouted, his voice echoing up the tower. 'You can join the rest of them and much good may it do you!'of how to treat them.''Yah,' said Rincewind vaguely.'Don't worry,' said Twoflower.'I'm not worried, I'm just angry,' snapped Rincewind. 'Give me the bloody thing!'He snatched the book and snapped it open viciously.He rummaged around in the back of his mind, where the Spell hung out.'All right,' he snarled. You've had
important thing is success.'
'It's getting there that matters,' said Wert bluntly. 'Not how you travel.'
They set off up the spiral.
Rincewind sat down, scowling at the darkness.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Twoflower, who was holding the Octavo.
'This is no way to treat a book,' he said. 'Look, he's bent the spine right back. People always do that, they've got no idea your fun, you've get back to where you belong!'
'But I—' protested Twoflower.
'The Spell, I mean the Spell,' said Rincewind. 'Go on, get back on the page!'
He glared at the ancient parchment until his eyes crossed.
'Then I'll say you!' he shouted, his voice echoing up the tower. 'You can join the rest of them and much good may it do you!'of how to treat them.''Yah,' said Rincewind vaguely.'Don't worry,' said Twoflower.'I'm not worried, I'm just angry,' snapped Rincewind. 'Give me the bloody thing!'He snatched the book and snapped it open viciously.He rummaged around in the back of his mind, where the Spell hung out.'All right,' he snarled. You've had
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Jack Vettriano Dancer for Money
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'No, he just didn't used to look where he was going. Hmm.' The trolls looked at the ground again.
'There's a trail,' he said. 'Quite a lot of horses.' He ooked up at the nearby hills, where sheer cliffs and dangerous crags loomed over the moonlit forests.
'Old Grandad lives up there,' he said quietly.
There was something about the way he said it that made Rincewind decide that he didn't ever want to meet Old Grandad.
'Dangerous, is he?' he ventured.
'He's very old, rapped on Kwartz's shoulder.
'Are we going to follow them, then?' he said. 'The legend says we should help this Rincewind squashy.'
Kwartz stood up, thought for a moment, then picked Rincewind up by the scruff of his neck and with a big gritty movement placed him on his shoulders.
'We go,' he said firmly. 'If we meet Old Grandad I'll try to explain . . .' and big and mean. We haven't seen him about for years,' said Kwartz.'Centuries,' corrected Beryl.'He'll squash them all flat!' added Jasper, jumping up and down on Rincewind's toes.'It just happens sometimes that a really old and big troll will go off by himself into the hills, and – um – the rock takes over, if you follow me.''No?'Kwartz sighed. 'People sometimes act like animals, don't they? And sometimes a troll will start thinking like a rock, and rocks don't like people much.'Breccia, a skinny troll with a sandstone finish
'No, he just didn't used to look where he was going. Hmm.' The trolls looked at the ground again.
'There's a trail,' he said. 'Quite a lot of horses.' He ooked up at the nearby hills, where sheer cliffs and dangerous crags loomed over the moonlit forests.
'Old Grandad lives up there,' he said quietly.
There was something about the way he said it that made Rincewind decide that he didn't ever want to meet Old Grandad.
'Dangerous, is he?' he ventured.
'He's very old, rapped on Kwartz's shoulder.
'Are we going to follow them, then?' he said. 'The legend says we should help this Rincewind squashy.'
Kwartz stood up, thought for a moment, then picked Rincewind up by the scruff of his neck and with a big gritty movement placed him on his shoulders.
'We go,' he said firmly. 'If we meet Old Grandad I'll try to explain . . .' and big and mean. We haven't seen him about for years,' said Kwartz.'Centuries,' corrected Beryl.'He'll squash them all flat!' added Jasper, jumping up and down on Rincewind's toes.'It just happens sometimes that a really old and big troll will go off by himself into the hills, and – um – the rock takes over, if you follow me.''No?'Kwartz sighed. 'People sometimes act like animals, don't they? And sometimes a troll will start thinking like a rock, and rocks don't like people much.'Breccia, a skinny troll with a sandstone finish
Monday, 2 March 2009
Edward Hopper Jo in Wyoming
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Galder winked at him and raised his arms again.
'To me, o spirits of—'
There was a thunderclap, an implosion of light and a moment of complete physical uncertainty during which even the walls seemed to turn in on themselves. Trymon heard a sharp intake of breath and then a dull, solid thump.
The room was suddenly silent.
After a few laundry, smelling slightly of lavender. Somehow it was quite the most terrifying thing the wizard had ever seen.
'Well, er,' he said. 'You, um, wouldn't have seen another wizard around here, by any chance?'
The Luggage contrived to look more menacing.
'Oh,' said Trymon. 'Well, fine. It doesn't matter.'
He pulled vaguely at the hem of his robe and took a brief interest in the minutes Trymon crawled out from behind a chair and dusted himself off. He whistled a few bars of nothing much and turned towards the door with exaggerated care, looking at the ceiling as if he had never seen it before. He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.The Luggage squatted in the centre of the circle and opened its lid.Trymon stopped. He turned very, very carefully, dreading what he might see.The Luggage seemed to contain some clean
Galder winked at him and raised his arms again.
'To me, o spirits of—'
There was a thunderclap, an implosion of light and a moment of complete physical uncertainty during which even the walls seemed to turn in on themselves. Trymon heard a sharp intake of breath and then a dull, solid thump.
The room was suddenly silent.
After a few laundry, smelling slightly of lavender. Somehow it was quite the most terrifying thing the wizard had ever seen.
'Well, er,' he said. 'You, um, wouldn't have seen another wizard around here, by any chance?'
The Luggage contrived to look more menacing.
'Oh,' said Trymon. 'Well, fine. It doesn't matter.'
He pulled vaguely at the hem of his robe and took a brief interest in the minutes Trymon crawled out from behind a chair and dusted himself off. He whistled a few bars of nothing much and turned towards the door with exaggerated care, looking at the ceiling as if he had never seen it before. He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.The Luggage squatted in the centre of the circle and opened its lid.Trymon stopped. He turned very, very carefully, dreading what he might see.The Luggage seemed to contain some clean
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Juan Gris Guitar on a Table
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fulcrums. It suffices. After I created the first great Light Dam, which had a capacity of 50,000 daylight hours, the tribal The Arch-astronomer looked up again bronze fish, shining now like a gong in the noontime sun.
"Such beauty," he murmured. "And unique. Come, Dactylos. Recall to me what it was that I promised should be your reward?"
"You asked me to design a fish that would swim through the seas of space that lie between the worlds," intoned the master craftsman. "In return for which - in return-"
"Yes? My memory is not what it used to be," purred the Arch-astronomer, stroking the warm bronzeput to some inconvenience to use the silk and some bamboo to build a flying machine from which I could launch myself from the top-most turret of my prison."
"Bringing you, by various diversions, to Krull," said the Arch-astronomer. "And one cannot help feeling that some alternative occupation - lettuce farming, say - would offer somewhat less of a risk of being put to death by instalments. Why do you continue in it? Goldeneyes Dactylos shrugged.
"I'm good at it," he said.
fulcrums. It suffices. After I created the first great Light Dam, which had a capacity of 50,000 daylight hours, the tribal The Arch-astronomer looked up again bronze fish, shining now like a gong in the noontime sun.
"Such beauty," he murmured. "And unique. Come, Dactylos. Recall to me what it was that I promised should be your reward?"
"You asked me to design a fish that would swim through the seas of space that lie between the worlds," intoned the master craftsman. "In return for which - in return-"
"Yes? My memory is not what it used to be," purred the Arch-astronomer, stroking the warm bronzeput to some inconvenience to use the silk and some bamboo to build a flying machine from which I could launch myself from the top-most turret of my prison."
"Bringing you, by various diversions, to Krull," said the Arch-astronomer. "And one cannot help feeling that some alternative occupation - lettuce farming, say - would offer somewhat less of a risk of being put to death by instalments. Why do you continue in it? Goldeneyes Dactylos shrugged.
"I'm good at it," he said.
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