Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Flower

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with FlowerLeonardo da Vinci Leda 1508Thomas Kinkade The Light of PeaceThomas Kinkade The Edge of Wilderness
chittering noises he had been hearing grew in volume, and there were other sounds behind them – leering sounds, beckoning sounds, sounds made by the voices of unimaginable horrors that Trymon found it all too easy to imagine. As he ran across the Great Hall and up the main staircase the shadows began to move and reform and close in around him, and he also became aware that something was following, something with skittery legs moving obscenely fast. Ice formed on the walls. Doorways lunged at him as he barrelled past. Underfoot the stairs began to feel just like a tongue . . .
Not for nothing had Trymon spent long hours in the University's curious equivalent of a gymnasium, building up floor were scuffed as if something had danced on them, and the air was full of a smell unpleasant even by Ankh-Morpork's broad standards. There was a hint of sulphur to it, but that underlay something worse. It smelt like the bottom of a pond.mental muscle. Don't trust the senses, he knew, because they can be deceived. The stairs are there, somewhere – will them to be there, summon them into being as you climb and, boy, you better get good at it. Because this isn't all imagination. Great A'Tuin slowed.With flippers the size of continents the skyturtle fought the pull of the star, and waited. There would not be long to wait . . . Rincewind sidled into the Great Hall. There were a few torches burning, and it looked as though it had been set up for some sort of magical work. But the ceremonial candlesticks had been overturned, the complex octograms chalked on the