Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch (gold foil)Gustav Klimt Judith II (gold foil)Gustav Klimt Hygieia (II)
themselves as it were, are quite resistant to magic but her expression looked as though she was trying to weld his eyeballs to the back of his skull.
"Just repair it," she hissed. "Please?"
"What, . Her pupils were two little black holes.
"Oh," said the dwarf. "Right, then."
Gander the trail boss was a worried man.
They were three mornings out from Zemphis, making good time, and were climbing now towards the rocky pass through the mountains known as the Paps of Scilla (there were eight of them;
make a bodge job?" said the dwarf, his pipe clattering to the floor. "Yes." "Patch it up, you mean? Betray my training by doing half a job?" "Yes," said Granny
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Rembrandt rembrandt nightwatch painting
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creature called the Swarm, in the same way that individual bees are component cells of the hivemind. Granny didn't mingle her thoughts with the bees very often, partly because insect minds were strange, alien things that tasted of tin, but mostly because she suspected that the Swarm was a good deal more intelligent than she was.
She knew that the drones would soon reach the wild bee colonies in the deep forest, and within hours every corner of the mountain meadows would be under very close scrutiny indeed. All she could do was wait.
At noon she snapped. "It's just that I haven't got the time to mess around. You must know where she is. I command you to take me to her!"
The staff regarded her woodenly.
"By -" Granny paused, her invocations were a little rusty, "- by stock and stone I order it!"
Activity, movement, liveliness - all these words would be completely inaccurate descriptions the drones returned, and Granny read in the sharp acid thoughts of the hivemind that there was no sign of Esk. She went back into the cool of the cottage and sat down in the rocking chair, staring at the doorway. She knew what the next step was. She hated the very idea of it. But she fetched a short ladder, climbed up creakily on to the roof, and pulled the staff from its hiding place in the thatch. It was icy cold. It steamed. "Above the snowline, then," said Granny. She climbed down, and rammed the staff into a flowerbed. She glared at it. She had a nasty feeling that it was glaring back. "Don't think you've won, because you haven't,"
creature called the Swarm, in the same way that individual bees are component cells of the hivemind. Granny didn't mingle her thoughts with the bees very often, partly because insect minds were strange, alien things that tasted of tin, but mostly because she suspected that the Swarm was a good deal more intelligent than she was.
She knew that the drones would soon reach the wild bee colonies in the deep forest, and within hours every corner of the mountain meadows would be under very close scrutiny indeed. All she could do was wait.
At noon she snapped. "It's just that I haven't got the time to mess around. You must know where she is. I command you to take me to her!"
The staff regarded her woodenly.
"By -" Granny paused, her invocations were a little rusty, "- by stock and stone I order it!"
Activity, movement, liveliness - all these words would be completely inaccurate descriptions the drones returned, and Granny read in the sharp acid thoughts of the hivemind that there was no sign of Esk. She went back into the cool of the cottage and sat down in the rocking chair, staring at the doorway. She knew what the next step was. She hated the very idea of it. But she fetched a short ladder, climbed up creakily on to the roof, and pulled the staff from its hiding place in the thatch. It was icy cold. It steamed. "Above the snowline, then," said Granny. She climbed down, and rammed the staff into a flowerbed. She glared at it. She had a nasty feeling that it was glaring back. "Don't think you've won, because you haven't,"
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch (gold foil)
Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch (gold foil)Gustav Klimt Judith II (gold foil)Gustav Klimt Hygieia (II)
Esk's lips started to shape themselves around the D, but she caught Granny's eye and stopped, and thought.
"All the grown ups I know are married," she said at last, and thought some more. "Except you," she added, cautiously.
"That's true," said Granny.
"Didn't you want to get married?"
It was Granny's turn to think.
"Never got around to it," she said at last. "Too many other things to do, you see."
"Father says you're a witch," said Esk, chancing her arm.
"I am that."
Esk nodded. In the Ramtops witches were accorded a status similar to that which other cultures gave to nuns, or tax collectors, or cesspit cleaners. That is to say, they were respected, sometimes admired, generally applauded for doing a job which logically had to be-done, but people never felt quite comfortable in the same room with !"
Smith backed away across his forge, hands half-raised to ward off the old woman's fury. She advanced on him, one finger stabbing the air righteously.them. Granny said, "Would you like to learn the witching?" "Magic, you mean?" asked Esk, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, magic. But not firework magic. Real magic." "Can you fly?" "There's better things than flying." "And I can learn them?" "If your parents say yes." Esk sighed. "My father won't." "Then I shall have a word with him," said Granny. "Now you just listen to me, Gordo Smith
Esk's lips started to shape themselves around the D, but she caught Granny's eye and stopped, and thought.
"All the grown ups I know are married," she said at last, and thought some more. "Except you," she added, cautiously.
"That's true," said Granny.
"Didn't you want to get married?"
It was Granny's turn to think.
"Never got around to it," she said at last. "Too many other things to do, you see."
"Father says you're a witch," said Esk, chancing her arm.
"I am that."
Esk nodded. In the Ramtops witches were accorded a status similar to that which other cultures gave to nuns, or tax collectors, or cesspit cleaners. That is to say, they were respected, sometimes admired, generally applauded for doing a job which logically had to be-done, but people never felt quite comfortable in the same room with !"
Smith backed away across his forge, hands half-raised to ward off the old woman's fury. She advanced on him, one finger stabbing the air righteously.them. Granny said, "Would you like to learn the witching?" "Magic, you mean?" asked Esk, her eyes lighting up. "Yes, magic. But not firework magic. Real magic." "Can you fly?" "There's better things than flying." "And I can learn them?" "If your parents say yes." Esk sighed. "My father won't." "Then I shall have a word with him," said Granny. "Now you just listen to me, Gordo Smith
Thomas Kinkade bloomsbury cafe
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'He said no.'
'Typical of the boy.'
'Um, who is in there?' said Rincewind.
'The Masters of Wizardry,' said the voice, haughtily.
'Why?'
There was another pause, and then a conference of embarrassed whispers.
'We, uh, got locked in,' said the voice, reluctantly.
'What, with the Octavo?'
Whisper, whisper.
'The Octavo, in fact, isn't in here, in fact,' said the voice slowly.
'Oh. But you are?' said Rincewind, as politely as possible while grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
'That would typical, isn't it? Old Rincewind won't have any ideas, will he? Oh, no, he's just a makeweight, he is. Kick him as you pass. Don't rely on him, he's —'
'All right,' said Bethan. 'Let's hear it, then.'
'— a nonentity, a failure, just a – what?'appear to be the case.''Is there anything we can get you?' said Twoflower anxiously.'You could try getting us out.''Could we pick the lock?' said Bethan.'No use,' said Rincewind. 'Totally thief-proof.''I expect Cohen would have been able to,' said Bethan loyally. 'Wherever he's got to.''The Luggage would soon smash it down,' agreed Twoflower.'Well, that's it then,' said Bethan. 'Let's get out into the fresh air. Fresher air, anyway.' She turned to walk away.'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind. That's just
'How are you going to get the door open?' said Bethan.
'He said no.'
'Typical of the boy.'
'Um, who is in there?' said Rincewind.
'The Masters of Wizardry,' said the voice, haughtily.
'Why?'
There was another pause, and then a conference of embarrassed whispers.
'We, uh, got locked in,' said the voice, reluctantly.
'What, with the Octavo?'
Whisper, whisper.
'The Octavo, in fact, isn't in here, in fact,' said the voice slowly.
'Oh. But you are?' said Rincewind, as politely as possible while grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
'That would typical, isn't it? Old Rincewind won't have any ideas, will he? Oh, no, he's just a makeweight, he is. Kick him as you pass. Don't rely on him, he's —'
'All right,' said Bethan. 'Let's hear it, then.'
'— a nonentity, a failure, just a – what?'appear to be the case.''Is there anything we can get you?' said Twoflower anxiously.'You could try getting us out.''Could we pick the lock?' said Bethan.'No use,' said Rincewind. 'Totally thief-proof.''I expect Cohen would have been able to,' said Bethan loyally. 'Wherever he's got to.''The Luggage would soon smash it down,' agreed Twoflower.'Well, that's it then,' said Bethan. 'Let's get out into the fresh air. Fresher air, anyway.' She turned to walk away.'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind. That's just
'How are you going to get the door open?' said Bethan.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Henri Matisse View of Collioure
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separation and oblivion, and that it was quite unreasonable to take against someone just because he had empty eye-sockets and a quiet pride in his work. He still used a scythe, he'd point out, while the Deaths of other worlds had long ago invested in combined harvesters.
Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the centre of the room, arguing with Famine, War and Pestilence. Twoflower Death snatched the book with a bony hand and flipped through the pages, quite oblivious to the presence of the two men.
RIGHT, he said, PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME, FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.was the only one to look up and notice Rincewind.'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.'Well, some say the Creator took a handful – oh, I see, well, it's hard to explain but I —''Have you got the Luggage?'The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner, who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small, leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a mailed fist.'It's :Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract:,' he said. It's quite good, there's a lot in it about double finessing and how to —'
separation and oblivion, and that it was quite unreasonable to take against someone just because he had empty eye-sockets and a quiet pride in his work. He still used a scythe, he'd point out, while the Deaths of other worlds had long ago invested in combined harvesters.
Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the centre of the room, arguing with Famine, War and Pestilence. Twoflower Death snatched the book with a bony hand and flipped through the pages, quite oblivious to the presence of the two men.
RIGHT, he said, PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME, FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.was the only one to look up and notice Rincewind.'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.'Well, some say the Creator took a handful – oh, I see, well, it's hard to explain but I —''Have you got the Luggage?'The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner, who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small, leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a mailed fist.'It's :Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract:,' he said. It's quite good, there's a lot in it about double finessing and how to —'
Monday, March 2, 2009
Leroy Neiman April at Augusta
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Trymon shrugged. 'Memo. I merely pointed out, lord, that the other Orders have all sent agents to Skund Forest to recapture the spell, while you do nothing,' he said. 'No doubt you will reveal your reasons in good time.'
'Your faith shames me,' said Galder.
The wizard 'Not even the merest smidgeon, master.'
'Good. Because I don't propose to go.' Galder reached down and picked up an ancient book. He mumbled a command and it creaked open; a bookmark suspiciously like a tongue flicked back into the binding.
He fumbled down beside his cushion and produced a little leather bag of tobacco and a pipe the size of an incinerator. With all the skill of a terminal nicotine addict he rubbed a nut of tobacco between his hands and tamped it into the bowl. He snapped his fingers and fire flared. He sucked deep, sighed with satisfaction . . .
. . . looked up.who captures the spell will bring great honour on himself and his order,' said Trymon. The others have used boots and all manner of elsewhere spells. What do you propose using, master?''Did I detect a hint of sarcasm there?''Absolutely not, master.''Not even a smidgeon?'
Trymon shrugged. 'Memo. I merely pointed out, lord, that the other Orders have all sent agents to Skund Forest to recapture the spell, while you do nothing,' he said. 'No doubt you will reveal your reasons in good time.'
'Your faith shames me,' said Galder.
The wizard 'Not even the merest smidgeon, master.'
'Good. Because I don't propose to go.' Galder reached down and picked up an ancient book. He mumbled a command and it creaked open; a bookmark suspiciously like a tongue flicked back into the binding.
He fumbled down beside his cushion and produced a little leather bag of tobacco and a pipe the size of an incinerator. With all the skill of a terminal nicotine addict he rubbed a nut of tobacco between his hands and tamped it into the bowl. He snapped his fingers and fire flared. He sucked deep, sighed with satisfaction . . .
. . . looked up.who captures the spell will bring great honour on himself and his order,' said Trymon. The others have used boots and all manner of elsewhere spells. What do you propose using, master?''Did I detect a hint of sarcasm there?''Absolutely not, master.''Not even a smidgeon?'
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beach at Valencia
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on velvety summer nights. Just to add a baroque gloss to Rincewind's dull terror he seemed to be several inches taller, too.
Most of the furniture in the room appeared to be boxes.
"Uh. Really had given him in the rowing boat but, at the time, his mind had ignored it because there were more pressing matters. Now it had the leisure to savour the taste.
Rincewind's mouth twisted. He whimpered a little. One of his legs came up convulsively and caught him painfully in the chest.
Twoflower swirled his own drink thoughtfully while he considered the flavour.great place you've got here," said Rincewind. "Ethnic."He reached for a cup and looked at the green pool shimmering inside it. It'd better be drinkable, he thought. Because I'm going to drink it. He swallowed.It was the same stuff Twoflower
on velvety summer nights. Just to add a baroque gloss to Rincewind's dull terror he seemed to be several inches taller, too.
Most of the furniture in the room appeared to be boxes.
"Uh. Really had given him in the rowing boat but, at the time, his mind had ignored it because there were more pressing matters. Now it had the leisure to savour the taste.
Rincewind's mouth twisted. He whimpered a little. One of his legs came up convulsively and caught him painfully in the chest.
Twoflower swirled his own drink thoughtfully while he considered the flavour.great place you've got here," said Rincewind. "Ethnic."He reached for a cup and looked at the green pool shimmering inside it. It'd better be drinkable, he thought. Because I'm going to drink it. He swallowed.It was the same stuff Twoflower
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