Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and FrancescaDante Gabriel Rossetti A Sea SpellJohannes Vermeer Lady Seated at a Virginal
Moving like one listening to inner directions, it padded noiselessly across the room until it reached the table whereon stood. In some parts of the city curiosity didn't just kill the cat, it threw it in the river with lead weights tied to its feet.
Rincewind's hands weaved unsteadily over the array of empty glasses on the table in front of him. He'd almost been able to forget about the cockroaches. After another drink he might manage to forget about the mattress, too.
'Whee! A fireball! Fizz! Vanishing like smoke! Whee!- Sorry a tall, round and battered leather box. It crept closer and gently raised the lid.The voice from inside sounded as though it was talking through several layers of carpet when it said, At last. What kept you? 'I mean, how did they all get started? I mean, back in the old times, there were real wizards, there was none of this levels business. They just went out and - did it. POW!,One or two of the other customers in the darkened bar of the Mended Drum tavern looked around hastily at the noise. They were new in town. Regular customers never took any notice of surprising noises like groans or unpleasantly gristly sounds. It was a lot healthier

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and FrancescaDante Gabriel Rossetti A Sea SpellJohannes Vermeer Lady Seated at a VirginalJames Jacques Joseph Tissot Too EarlyJames Jacques Joseph Tissot Hide and Seek
Nanny was left alone in the gloom. A flickering torch high on the wall only made the surrounding darkness more forbidding. Strange metal shapes, designed for no more exalted purpose than the destruct-testing of the human body, cast unpleasant shadows. Nanny Ogg stirred in her chains.
'All right,' she said. 'I can see you. Who are you?'
King Verence stepped forward.
'I saw you making faces behind him,' said Nanny Ogg. 'All I could do to keep a straight face myself.'
'I wasn't making faces, woman, I was scowling.'
Nanny squinted. 'Ere, I know you,' she said. 'You're dead.'
'I a witch.'
'I suppose you're no good at locks?'
'I fear they would be beyond my capabilities as yet . . . but surely—' the ghost of the king waved a hand in a vague gesture which encompassed the dungeon, Nanny and the manacles – 'to a witch all this is just so much—'
'Solid iron,' said Nanny. 'You might be able to walk through it, but I can't.'prefer the term "passed over",' said . 'Only there's all these chains and things. You haven't seen a cat around here, have you?''Yes. He's in the room upstairs, asleep.'Nanny appeared to relax. 'That's all right, then,' she said. 'I was beginning to worry.' She stared around the dungeon again. 'What's that big bed thing over there?''The rack,' said the king, and explained its use. Nanny Ogg nodded.'What a busy little mind he's got,' she said.'I fear, madam, that I may be responsible for your present predicament,' said Verence, sitting down on or at least just above a handy anvil. 'I wished to attract