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stalls hit the row behind them and scraped relentlessly onwards, piling up until a wide avenue of clean, empty stones stretched the whole width of the square.
Ardrothy Yes, that was it ...
Ardrothy had a touch of magic in his genetic makeup, and as he watched the wizards sweep across the square it told him that the very best thing he could do for his health would be to pack his knives, and mincers in his little pack and have it away out of the city at any time in the next ten minutes.
The last wizard in the group lagged behind his colleagues and looked around the square with disdain.Longstaff, Purveyor of Pies Full of Personality, peered over the top of the wreckage of his stall in time to see the wizards emerge.He knew wizards, or up until now he'd always thought he did. They were vague old boys, harmless enough in their way, dressed like ancient sofas, always ready customers for any of his merchandise that happened to be marked down on account of age and rather more personality than a prudent housewife would be prepared to put up with.But these wizards were something new to Ardrothy. They walked out into Sator Square as if they owned it. Little blue sparks flashed around their feet. They seemed a little taller, somehow.Or perhaps it was just the way they carried themselves.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Caravaggio Sick Bacchus
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banished an Ipslore thirty years ago,' said Spelter. 'According to the records, he'd got married. I can see that if he had sons, um, they'd be wizards, but I don't understand how-’
'That wasn't 'Sourcerers could do everything,' he went on. 'They were nearly as powerful as the gods. Um. There was no end of trouble. The gods simply wouldn't allow that sort of thing any more, depend upon it.'
'Well, there was trouble because the sourcerers fought among themselves,' said Carding, 'But one sourcerer wouldn't be any trouble. One sourcerer correctly advised, that is. By older and wiser minds.'
'But he wants the Archchancellor's hat!'wizardry. That was sourcery,' said Carding, leaning back in his chair.Spelter stared at him across the bubbling varnish.'Sourcery?''The eighth son of a wizard would be a sourcerer.''I didn't know that!''It is not widely advertised.''Yes, but - sourcerers were a long time ago, I mean, the magic was a lot stronger then, um, men were different ... it didn't have anything to do with, well, breeding.' Spelter was thinking, eight sons, that means he did it eight times. At least. Gosh.
banished an Ipslore thirty years ago,' said Spelter. 'According to the records, he'd got married. I can see that if he had sons, um, they'd be wizards, but I don't understand how-’
'That wasn't 'Sourcerers could do everything,' he went on. 'They were nearly as powerful as the gods. Um. There was no end of trouble. The gods simply wouldn't allow that sort of thing any more, depend upon it.'
'Well, there was trouble because the sourcerers fought among themselves,' said Carding, 'But one sourcerer wouldn't be any trouble. One sourcerer correctly advised, that is. By older and wiser minds.'
'But he wants the Archchancellor's hat!'wizardry. That was sourcery,' said Carding, leaning back in his chair.Spelter stared at him across the bubbling varnish.'Sourcery?''The eighth son of a wizard would be a sourcerer.''I didn't know that!''It is not widely advertised.''Yes, but - sourcerers were a long time ago, I mean, the magic was a lot stronger then, um, men were different ... it didn't have anything to do with, well, breeding.' Spelter was thinking, eight sons, that means he did it eight times. At least. Gosh.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Leroy Neiman Michael Jordan
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second now, Archchancellor.’
‘So . . . whatever’s going to happen . . . is going to happen to us?’ ‘Yes, Archchancellor.’ idcully patted Windle on the head.
‘Sorry about this,’ he said.
Windle Schleppel unfolded himself to his full height.
‘Hallo, Mr Poons. Hallo, Reg,’ he said.
They stared at the hairy shape that nearly filled the passageway.
‘Er, Schleppel . . . er . . . could you clear the way for us?’ Windle quavered.turned awkwardly to look down the passageway. There was something behind the Queen. It looked like a perfectly ordinary bedroom door, advancing in a series of small steps, as though someone was carefully pushing it along in front of them.‘What is it?’ said Reg.Windle raised himself as far as he could.‘Schleppel!’‘Oh, come on,’ said Reg.‘It’s Schleppel!’ shouted Windle. ‘Schleppel! It’s us! Can you help us out?’The door paused. Then it was flung aside.
second now, Archchancellor.’
‘So . . . whatever’s going to happen . . . is going to happen to us?’ ‘Yes, Archchancellor.’ idcully patted Windle on the head.
‘Sorry about this,’ he said.
Windle Schleppel unfolded himself to his full height.
‘Hallo, Mr Poons. Hallo, Reg,’ he said.
They stared at the hairy shape that nearly filled the passageway.
‘Er, Schleppel . . . er . . . could you clear the way for us?’ Windle quavered.turned awkwardly to look down the passageway. There was something behind the Queen. It looked like a perfectly ordinary bedroom door, advancing in a series of small steps, as though someone was carefully pushing it along in front of them.‘What is it?’ said Reg.Windle raised himself as far as he could.‘Schleppel!’‘Oh, come on,’ said Reg.‘It’s Schleppel!’ shouted Windle. ‘Schleppel! It’s us! Can you help us out?’The door paused. Then it was flung aside.
Monday, April 6, 2009
John Constable Wivenhoe Park Essex
John Constable Wivenhoe Park EssexJohn Constable Weymouth BayJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900
was halfway up his second row, but accelerating.
Miss Flitworth opened the door a fraction.
‘Yes?’ she said, suspiciously.
‘It’s him,’ said’m Spigot. ‘You’re getting your money’s worth out of him all right, Miss Flitworth.’ ‘It’ll be the first time, then, in these parts,’ she said sourly.
‘Up and down the field like a madman, trying to better ?that? contraption of Ned Simnel’s. Took four of us to do the ~inding. He nearly beat it, too.’ ‘Put him down on the sofa.’Bill Door, Miss FIitworth. We’ve brought him home.’She opened the door wider.‘What happened to him?’The two men shuffled in awkwardly, trying to support a figure a foot taller than they were. It raised its head and squinted muzzily at Miss Flitworth. ??? Duke Bottomley.‘He’s a devil for working,’ said Willi~ ???‘Don’t know what come over
was halfway up his second row, but accelerating.
Miss Flitworth opened the door a fraction.
‘Yes?’ she said, suspiciously.
‘It’s him,’ said’m Spigot. ‘You’re getting your money’s worth out of him all right, Miss Flitworth.’ ‘It’ll be the first time, then, in these parts,’ she said sourly.
‘Up and down the field like a madman, trying to better ?that? contraption of Ned Simnel’s. Took four of us to do the ~inding. He nearly beat it, too.’ ‘Put him down on the sofa.’Bill Door, Miss FIitworth. We’ve brought him home.’She opened the door wider.‘What happened to him?’The two men shuffled in awkwardly, trying to support a figure a foot taller than they were. It raised its head and squinted muzzily at Miss Flitworth. ??? Duke Bottomley.‘He’s a devil for working,’ said Willi~ ???‘Don’t know what come over
Thursday, April 2, 2009
John Constable Hadleigh Castle
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someone who can’t bring themselves to believe the evidence of their own eyes.’Perhaps he’s just been very ‘I should think he’s just about been as ill as he can be ever.’
Bill Door walked They were followed by a . . . shape.
It was about six inches high. It wore a black robe. It held a small scythe in one skeletal paw. A bone-white nose with brittle grey whiskers protruded from the shadowy hood.
Bill Door reached out and picked it up. It didn’t resist, but stood on the palm back home thoughtfully.There was a light on in the farmhouse kitchen, but he went straight to the barn, climbed the ladder to the hay-loft, and lay down. He could put off dreaming, but he couldn’t escape remembering.He stared at the darkness.After a while he was aware of the pattering of feet. He turned. A stream of pale rat-shaped ghosts skipped along the roof beam above his head, fading as they ran so that soon there was nothing but the sound of the scampering.
someone who can’t bring themselves to believe the evidence of their own eyes.’Perhaps he’s just been very ‘I should think he’s just about been as ill as he can be ever.’
Bill Door walked They were followed by a . . . shape.
It was about six inches high. It wore a black robe. It held a small scythe in one skeletal paw. A bone-white nose with brittle grey whiskers protruded from the shadowy hood.
Bill Door reached out and picked it up. It didn’t resist, but stood on the palm back home thoughtfully.There was a light on in the farmhouse kitchen, but he went straight to the barn, climbed the ladder to the hay-loft, and lay down. He could put off dreaming, but he couldn’t escape remembering.He stared at the darkness.After a while he was aware of the pattering of feet. He turned. A stream of pale rat-shaped ghosts skipped along the roof beam above his head, fading as they ran so that soon there was nothing but the sound of the scampering.
Gustav Klimt Schloss Kammer Am Attersee II
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And at that moment the cobblestones came up to meet him.
This is usually a poetic way of saying that someone fell flat on their face. In this case, the cobblestones really came up to meet him. They fountained up, circled silently in the air above the alley for a moment, and then dropped like stones.
Windle stared at them. So did Lupine.
‘That’s again. It showed no inclination to move.
‘I’d better be getting along,’ said Lupine.
‘What’s it like, being a wereman?’ said Windle.
Lupine shrugged. ‘Lonely,’ he said.
‘Hmm?’
‘You don’t fit in, you see. When I’m a wolf I remember what it’s like to be a man, and vice versa. Like . . . I mean . . . sometimes . . . sometimes, right, when I’m wolf-shaped, I run up into the hills . . . in the wintersomething you don’t often see,’ said the wereman, after a while.’I don’t think I’ve ever seen stones flying before.’ ‘Or dropping like stones,’ said Windle. He nudged one with the toe of his boot. It seemed perfectly happy with the role gravity had chosen for it.‘You’re a wizard -‘‘Were a wizard,’ said Windle.‘You were a wizard. What caused all that?’‘I think it is probably an inexplicable phenomenon,’ said Windle. ‘There’s a lot of them about, for some reason. I wish I knew why.’ He prodded a stone
And at that moment the cobblestones came up to meet him.
This is usually a poetic way of saying that someone fell flat on their face. In this case, the cobblestones really came up to meet him. They fountained up, circled silently in the air above the alley for a moment, and then dropped like stones.
Windle stared at them. So did Lupine.
‘That’s again. It showed no inclination to move.
‘I’d better be getting along,’ said Lupine.
‘What’s it like, being a wereman?’ said Windle.
Lupine shrugged. ‘Lonely,’ he said.
‘Hmm?’
‘You don’t fit in, you see. When I’m a wolf I remember what it’s like to be a man, and vice versa. Like . . . I mean . . . sometimes . . . sometimes, right, when I’m wolf-shaped, I run up into the hills . . . in the wintersomething you don’t often see,’ said the wereman, after a while.’I don’t think I’ve ever seen stones flying before.’ ‘Or dropping like stones,’ said Windle. He nudged one with the toe of his boot. It seemed perfectly happy with the role gravity had chosen for it.‘You’re a wizard -‘‘Were a wizard,’ said Windle.‘You were a wizard. What caused all that?’‘I think it is probably an inexplicable phenomenon,’ said Windle. ‘There’s a lot of them about, for some reason. I wish I knew why.’ He prodded a stone
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Mary Cassatt Children on the Shore
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-ha,’ said the Archchancellor again, but with slightly less conviction.
‘It’s a symbolic double-handled axe from the cult of Blind Io,’ said Windle.
The Archchancellor gave him a blank look.
‘Er, yes,’ he said, ‘that’s right.’ He threw it over his shoulder, almost removing the Dean’s left ear, and fished in the sack again. ‘Ah-ha!’
‘That’s acure after all.
‘I’m really sorry to be such a nuisance, ‘ said Windle.
The Dean suddenly brightened up.
‘Daylight!’ he said excitedly.’That’ll do the trick!’
‘Get the curtain!’ rather fine example of the Mystic Tooth of Offler the Crocodile God, ‘ said Windle.‘Ah-ha!’‘And that’s a . . . let me see now . . . yes, that’s the matched set of sacred Flying Ducks of Ordpor the Tasteless. I say, eh ?it? is fun!’ ‘Ah-ha.’‘That’s . . . don’t tell me, don’t tell me . . . that’s the holy linglongrrf the notorious Sootee cult, isn’t it?’‘Ah-ha?’ ‘I think that one’s the three-headed fish of the Howanda three-headed fish religion,’ said Windle.‘This is ridiculous,’ said the Archchancellor. dropping the fish. The wizards sagged. Religious objects weren’t such a surefire undead
-ha,’ said the Archchancellor again, but with slightly less conviction.
‘It’s a symbolic double-handled axe from the cult of Blind Io,’ said Windle.
The Archchancellor gave him a blank look.
‘Er, yes,’ he said, ‘that’s right.’ He threw it over his shoulder, almost removing the Dean’s left ear, and fished in the sack again. ‘Ah-ha!’
‘That’s acure after all.
‘I’m really sorry to be such a nuisance, ‘ said Windle.
The Dean suddenly brightened up.
‘Daylight!’ he said excitedly.’That’ll do the trick!’
‘Get the curtain!’ rather fine example of the Mystic Tooth of Offler the Crocodile God, ‘ said Windle.‘Ah-ha!’‘And that’s a . . . let me see now . . . yes, that’s the matched set of sacred Flying Ducks of Ordpor the Tasteless. I say, eh ?it? is fun!’ ‘Ah-ha.’‘That’s . . . don’t tell me, don’t tell me . . . that’s the holy linglongrrf the notorious Sootee cult, isn’t it?’‘Ah-ha?’ ‘I think that one’s the three-headed fish of the Howanda three-headed fish religion,’ said Windle.‘This is ridiculous,’ said the Archchancellor. dropping the fish. The wizards sagged. Religious objects weren’t such a surefire undead
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