Abraham Mignon Still Life

Abraham Mignon Still LifeWilliam Bouguereau Jeune Bergere DeboutJohn Constable Malvern HallJohn William Waterhouse The Sorceress
the back of his mind the Spell was kicking up a ruckus, but he ignored it. Maybe it was true that magic was getting weaker as the star got nearer, or perhaps he'd had the Spell in his head for so long he had built up some kind of psychic immunity, but he found he could resist it.
'We're in the docks,' he declared. 'Just smell that sea air!'
'Oh,' said Bethan, leaning against the wall, 'yes.'
'That's ozone, that is,' said Rincewind. That's air with character, is that.' He breathed deeply.
Twoflower turned to the shopkeeper.
'Well, I hope you find your sorcerer,' he said. 'Sorry we didn't buy anything, but all my money's in my Luggage, you see.'
The and pulled out the contents.
Is that all?' said Rincewind. 'A little house with shells on?'
'It's very useful,' said Twoflower defensively. 'You can keep cigarettes in it.'
'And they're what you really need, are they?' said Rincewind.
'I'd plump for a bottle of really strong sun-tan oil,' said Bethan.shopkeeper pushed something into his hand.'A little gift,' he said. 'You'll need it.'He darted back into his shop, the bell jangled, the sign saying Call Again Tomorrow For Spoonfetcher's Leeches, the Little Suckers banged forlornly against the door, and the shop faded into the brickwork as though it had never been. Twoflower reached out gingerly and touched the wall, not quite believing it.'What's in the bag?' said Rincewind.It was a thick brown paper bag, with string handles.'If it sprouts legs I don't want to know about it,' said Bethan.Twoflower peered inside,
'Come on,' said Rincewind, and set off down the street. The others