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At that moment the king collapsed, growing smaller and smaller in the air as the field finally collapsed into a tiny, brilliant pinpoint. It happened so quickly that Mort almost missed it. From ghost to mote in half a second, with a faint sigh.
Death liked style.
They were on the roof before he spoke again.
You TRIED TO WARN HIM, he said, removing Binky's nosebag.
'Yes, sir. Sorry.'
YOU CANNOT INTERFERE WITH FATE. WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE WHO SHOULD LIVE AND WHO SHOULD DIE?
Death watched Mort's expression carefully.gently caught the glittering thing and stowed it away somewhere under his robe.'What's happened to him?' said Mort.ONLY HE KNOWS, said Death. COME.'My granny says that dying is like going to sleep,' Mort added, a shade hopefully.I WOULDN'T KNOW. I HAVE DONE NEITHER.Mort took a last look along the corridor. The big doors had been flung back and the court was spilling out. Two older women were endeavouring to comfort the princess, but she was striding ahead of them so that they bounced along behind her like a couple of fussy balloons. They disappeared up another corridor.ALREADY A QUEEN, said Death, approvingly. Death
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Monday, 9 March 2009
Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow white
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There's nothing wrong with this broomstick that you losing a few stone wouldn't cure," snapped Granny. "Or would you rather get off and walk?"
"Apart from the fact that half the time my feet are touching the ground anyway," said Cutangle. "I wouldn't want to embarrass you. If someone had asked me to list all the perils of flying, you know, it would never have occurred to me to include having one's legs whipped to death by tall bracken."
"Are you smoking?" said Granny, staring grimly ahead. "Something's burning."
"It was just to calm my nerves what with all this headlong plunging through the air, madam."
"Well, put "Nevertheless," said Granny thoughtfully, "I think that, on the whole, I would prefer you to move your hands." it out this minute. And hold on." The broomstick lurched upwards and increased its speed to that of a geriatric jogger. "Mr Wizard." "Hallo?" "When I said hold on -" "Yes?" "I didn't mean there." There was a pause. "Oh. Yes. I see. I'm terribly sorry." "That's all right." "My memory isn't what it was . . . I assure you . . . no offence meant." "None taken." They flew in silence for a moment.
There's nothing wrong with this broomstick that you losing a few stone wouldn't cure," snapped Granny. "Or would you rather get off and walk?"
"Apart from the fact that half the time my feet are touching the ground anyway," said Cutangle. "I wouldn't want to embarrass you. If someone had asked me to list all the perils of flying, you know, it would never have occurred to me to include having one's legs whipped to death by tall bracken."
"Are you smoking?" said Granny, staring grimly ahead. "Something's burning."
"It was just to calm my nerves what with all this headlong plunging through the air, madam."
"Well, put "Nevertheless," said Granny thoughtfully, "I think that, on the whole, I would prefer you to move your hands." it out this minute. And hold on." The broomstick lurched upwards and increased its speed to that of a geriatric jogger. "Mr Wizard." "Hallo?" "When I said hold on -" "Yes?" "I didn't mean there." There was a pause. "Oh. Yes. I see. I'm terribly sorry." "That's all right." "My memory isn't what it was . . . I assure you . . . no offence meant." "None taken." They flew in silence for a moment.
Piet Mondrian Composition 2
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Weatherwax approved of night on general principles, she certainly didn't hold with promiscuous candlelight - if she had any reading to do after dark she generally persuaded the owl to come and sit on the back of her chair, and read Cautiously, aware that everyone in the inn was looking at him and grinning, he pulled himself across the bar top until he could see down. Esk stared up at him. Look 'em right in the eye, Granny had always said: focus your power on 'em, stare 'em out, no one can outstare a witch, 'cept a goat, of course.
The landlord, whose name was Skiller, found himself looking directly down at a small child who seemed to be squinting. through its eyes. So Esk expected to go to bed around sunset, and that was long past. There was a doorway ahead of her that looked friendly. Cheerful sounds were sliding out on the yellow light, and pooling on the cobbles. With the staff still radiating random magic like a demon lighthouse she headed for it, weary but determined. The landlord of The Fiddler's Riddle considered himself to be a man of the world, and this was right, because he was too stupid to be really cruel, and too lazy to be really mean and although his body had been around quite a lot his mind had never gone further than the inside of his own head. He wasn't used to being addressed by sticks. Especially when they spoke in a small piping voice, and asked for goat's milk.
Weatherwax approved of night on general principles, she certainly didn't hold with promiscuous candlelight - if she had any reading to do after dark she generally persuaded the owl to come and sit on the back of her chair, and read Cautiously, aware that everyone in the inn was looking at him and grinning, he pulled himself across the bar top until he could see down. Esk stared up at him. Look 'em right in the eye, Granny had always said: focus your power on 'em, stare 'em out, no one can outstare a witch, 'cept a goat, of course.
The landlord, whose name was Skiller, found himself looking directly down at a small child who seemed to be squinting. through its eyes. So Esk expected to go to bed around sunset, and that was long past. There was a doorway ahead of her that looked friendly. Cheerful sounds were sliding out on the yellow light, and pooling on the cobbles. With the staff still radiating random magic like a demon lighthouse she headed for it, weary but determined. The landlord of The Fiddler's Riddle considered himself to be a man of the world, and this was right, because he was too stupid to be really cruel, and too lazy to be really mean and although his body had been around quite a lot his mind had never gone further than the inside of his own head. He wasn't used to being addressed by sticks. Especially when they spoke in a small piping voice, and asked for goat's milk.
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Andy Warhol daisy 1982
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plunged forward, fighting now out of terror of what would happen if he stopped. The ghostly arena was full of the cluttering of grip was unshakeable. He pulled himself up and planted one last satisfying blow into its remaining eye. It screamed, and ran. And there was only one place for it to run to.
The tower and the red sky came back with the click of restored time.the Dungeon creatures, a wall of rustling sound that hammered at his ears as he struggled. He imagined that sound filling the Disc, and he flung blow after blow to save the world of men, to preserve the little circle of firelight in the dark night of chaos and to lose the gap through which the nightmare was advancing. But mainly he hit it to stop it hitting back.Claws or talons drew white-hotlines across his back, and something bit his shoulder, but he found a nest of soft tubes among all the hairs and scales and squeezed it hard.An arm barbed with spikes swept him away, and he rolled over in the gritty black dust.Instinctively he curled into a ball, but nothing happened. Instead of the onslaught of fury he expected he opened his eyes to see the creature limping away from him, various liquids leaking from it.It was the first time anything had ever run away from Rincewind.He dived after it, caught a scaly leg, and wrenched. The creature chittered at him and flailed desperately with such appendages as were still working, but Rincewind's
plunged forward, fighting now out of terror of what would happen if he stopped. The ghostly arena was full of the cluttering of grip was unshakeable. He pulled himself up and planted one last satisfying blow into its remaining eye. It screamed, and ran. And there was only one place for it to run to.
The tower and the red sky came back with the click of restored time.the Dungeon creatures, a wall of rustling sound that hammered at his ears as he struggled. He imagined that sound filling the Disc, and he flung blow after blow to save the world of men, to preserve the little circle of firelight in the dark night of chaos and to lose the gap through which the nightmare was advancing. But mainly he hit it to stop it hitting back.Claws or talons drew white-hotlines across his back, and something bit his shoulder, but he found a nest of soft tubes among all the hairs and scales and squeezed it hard.An arm barbed with spikes swept him away, and he rolled over in the gritty black dust.Instinctively he curled into a ball, but nothing happened. Instead of the onslaught of fury he expected he opened his eyes to see the creature limping away from him, various liquids leaking from it.It was the first time anything had ever run away from Rincewind.He dived after it, caught a scaly leg, and wrenched. The creature chittered at him and flailed desperately with such appendages as were still working, but Rincewind's
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Jack Vettriano The Railway Station
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'Oh yes. No end of fun. Volcanoes all over the place. It really meant something, being a rock then.There was none f this sedimentary nonsense, you were igneous or nothing. Of course, that's all gone now. People call themselves about this new star. What does it mean?'
'I don't know,' said Rincewind. 'Everyone seems to think I know about it, but I don't —'
'It's not that we would mind being melted down,' said the big troll. That's how we all started, anyway. But we thought, maybe, it might mean the end of everything and that doesn't seem a very good thing.'
'It's getting bigger,' said another troll. 'Look at it now. Bigger than last night.'
Rincewind looked. It was definitely bigger than last night.trolls today, well, sometimes they're hardly more than slate. Chalk even. I wouldn't give myself airs if you could use me to draw with, would you?''No,' said Rincewind quickly. 'Absolutely not, no. This, er, this legend thing. It said you shouldn't bite me?''That's right!' said the little troll on his foot, 'and it was me who told you where the onions were!''We're rather glad you came along,' said the first troll, which Rincewind couldn't help noticing was the biggest one there. 'We're a bit worried
'Oh yes. No end of fun. Volcanoes all over the place. It really meant something, being a rock then.There was none f this sedimentary nonsense, you were igneous or nothing. Of course, that's all gone now. People call themselves about this new star. What does it mean?'
'I don't know,' said Rincewind. 'Everyone seems to think I know about it, but I don't —'
'It's not that we would mind being melted down,' said the big troll. That's how we all started, anyway. But we thought, maybe, it might mean the end of everything and that doesn't seem a very good thing.'
'It's getting bigger,' said another troll. 'Look at it now. Bigger than last night.'
Rincewind looked. It was definitely bigger than last night.trolls today, well, sometimes they're hardly more than slate. Chalk even. I wouldn't give myself airs if you could use me to draw with, would you?''No,' said Rincewind quickly. 'Absolutely not, no. This, er, this legend thing. It said you shouldn't bite me?''That's right!' said the little troll on his foot, 'and it was me who told you where the onions were!''We're rather glad you came along,' said the first troll, which Rincewind couldn't help noticing was the biggest one there. 'We're a bit worried
Monday, 2 March 2009
John William Waterhouse Juliet
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sluggish nature of Disc light) it actually grew a bit shorter and a little more massive as it plunged, with unerring aim, towards Galder's neck.
It didn't reach it. Instead, it swerved to one side and began a fast orbit – so fast that Galder appeared suddenly to be old witch hasn't been seen for years. They say she was done up good and proper by a couple of young tearaways.'
'Kids of today,' commented Rincewind.
'I blame the parents,' said Twoflower.wearing a metal collar. He turned around, and to Trymon it seemed that he had suddenly grown several feet taller and much more powerful.The knife broke away and shuddered into the door a mere shadow's depth from Trymon's ear.'Early in the morning?' said Galder pleasantly. 'My dear lad, you will need to stay up all night.' 'Have a bit more table,' said Rincewind.'No thanks, I don't like marzipan,' said Twoflower. 'Anyway, I'm sure it's not right to eat other people's furniture.''Don't worry,' said Swires. The
sluggish nature of Disc light) it actually grew a bit shorter and a little more massive as it plunged, with unerring aim, towards Galder's neck.
It didn't reach it. Instead, it swerved to one side and began a fast orbit – so fast that Galder appeared suddenly to be old witch hasn't been seen for years. They say she was done up good and proper by a couple of young tearaways.'
'Kids of today,' commented Rincewind.
'I blame the parents,' said Twoflower.wearing a metal collar. He turned around, and to Trymon it seemed that he had suddenly grown several feet taller and much more powerful.The knife broke away and shuddered into the door a mere shadow's depth from Trymon's ear.'Early in the morning?' said Galder pleasantly. 'My dear lad, you will need to stay up all night.' 'Have a bit more table,' said Rincewind.'No thanks, I don't like marzipan,' said Twoflower. 'Anyway, I'm sure it's not right to eat other people's furniture.''Don't worry,' said Swires. The
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Benjamin Williams Leader A Fine Day on the Thames
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He turned back to Twoflower.
"I can see what it is," he said, "But what is it?"
Twoflower shrugged. Behind Rincewind the sea troll said, "Up ahead is my house. We will talk more when we are there.
A double rainbow corruscated into being. Close into the lip of the Rimfall were the seven lesser colours, sparkling and dancing in the spray of the dying seas.
But they were pale in comparison to the wider band that floated beyond them, not deigning to share the same spectrum. It was the King Colour, of . Now I must row."Rincewind found that looking ahead meant that he would have to turn and find out what a sea troll actually looked like, and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that yet. He looked at the Rimbow instead. It hung in the mists a few lengths beyond the edge of the world, appearing only at morning and evening when the light of the Disc's little orbiting sun shone past the massive bulk of Great A'tuin the World Turtle and struck the Disc's magical field at exactly the right angle
He turned back to Twoflower.
"I can see what it is," he said, "But what is it?"
Twoflower shrugged. Behind Rincewind the sea troll said, "Up ahead is my house. We will talk more when we are there.
A double rainbow corruscated into being. Close into the lip of the Rimfall were the seven lesser colours, sparkling and dancing in the spray of the dying seas.
But they were pale in comparison to the wider band that floated beyond them, not deigning to share the same spectrum. It was the King Colour, of . Now I must row."Rincewind found that looking ahead meant that he would have to turn and find out what a sea troll actually looked like, and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that yet. He looked at the Rimbow instead. It hung in the mists a few lengths beyond the edge of the world, appearing only at morning and evening when the light of the Disc's little orbiting sun shone past the massive bulk of Great A'tuin the World Turtle and struck the Disc's magical field at exactly the right angle
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