Arthur Hughes April Love

Arthur Hughes April LoveAlbert Bierstadt The Buffalo TrailAlbert Bierstadt The Shore of the Turquoise SeaDante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca
You had to climb my tree, and I rescued you," said the dryad smoothly. "How lucky for you. And for your friend, perhaps?"
"Friend?"
"The little man with the magic box," said the dryad.
"Oh, sure, him, which was a figure arrived at after two hundred years of cautious experimentation.
He had gingerly opened the Book, which was chained to the octiron pedestal in the middle of the rune-strewn floor not lest someone steal it, but lest it escape for it was the Octavo," said Rincewind vaguely. "Yeah, I hope he's okay.""He needs your help.""He usually does. Did he make it to a tree too?""He made it to the Temple of Bel-Shamharoth."Rincewind choked on his wine. His ears tried to crawl into his head in terror of the syllables they had just heard. The Soul Eater-before he could stop them the memories came galloping back. Once, while a student of practical magic at Unseen University, and for a bet, he'd slipped into the little room off the main library - the room with walls covered in protective lead pentagrams, the room no-one was allowed to occupy for more than four minutes and thirty-two seconds