Sandro Botticelli Madonna and Child

Sandro Botticelli Madonna and ChildSandro Botticelli Madonna and Child and Two AngelsJean Beraud The Theatre des Varietes
'Listen,' said Rincewind urgently. 'I get vertigo just listening to tall stories.'
'Oh, quite,' the Seriph burped gently, 'genuine. Very pretty pattern.' He squinted at the bottle again, and sighed. 'It was a lovely blue colour,' he added.
'And you wouldn't happen to know where it is?' said Conina slowly, in the manner of one creeping up very carefully to'I'm not going to ride on a magic carpet!' he hissed. 'I'm afraid of grounds!'
'You mean heights,' said Conina. And stop being silly.'
'I know what I mean! It's the grounds that kill you!'

The battle of Al Khali was a hammer-headed cloud, in whose roiling depths weird shapes could be heard and strange sounds were seen. Occasional misses seared across the a wild animal that might take fright at any moment.'In the treasury. I know the way there. I'm extremely rich, you know. Or so they tell me.' He lowered his voice and tried to wink at Conina, eventually managing it with both eyes. 'We could sit on it,' he said, breaking into a sweat. 'And you could tell me a story...'Rincewind tried to scream through gritted teeth.His ankles were already beginning to sweat.