Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Blue Yellow 2

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Blue Yellow 2Vincent van Gogh Field with PoppiesHenri Matisse Blue Nude II
The crowned Death saw it coming and raised its own weapon but there was very possibly nothing in the world that would stop the worn blade as it snarled through the air, rage arid vengeance giving it an edge beyond any definition of sharpness. It passed through the metal without slowing. NO CROWN, said Bill Door, looking directly into the smoke. NO CROWN.
ONLY THE HARVEST.
The and gently pressed her hands together.
The image of the lifetimer disappeared.
The blue-and-violet fog on the edge of sight faded as solid reality flowed back.
Down in the town, the clock finished striking midnight. The old woman was shivering. Death snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.
MISS FLITWORTH? RENATA?
‘I - I didn’t know what robe folded up around his blade. There was a thin wail, rising beyond the peak of hearing. A black column, like the negative of lightning, flashed up from the ground and disappeared into the clouds.Death waited for a moment, and then gingerly gave the robe a prod with his foot. The crown, bent slightly out of shape, rolled out of it a little way before evaporating.OH, he said, dismissively. DRAMA. 231 He walked over to Miss Flitworth