Caravaggio Amor Vincit OmniaPierre-Auguste Cot Le PrintempsGeorge Frederick Watts CharityFrancisco de Goya Nude Maja
There was a squat little house, with a garden around it. There were fields, and distant mountains. Susan stared at it as Binky slowed.
There was no , and usually to harm or control other people. The Tooth Fairies must have half the children in the world under their control. And this didn't look like the house of that sort of person.
The Hogfather apparently lived in some kind of horrible slaughterhouse in the mountains, festooned with sausages and black puddings and painted a terrible blood‑red.
Which suggested style. A nasty style, but at least style of a sort. This place didn't have style of any sort.depth. As the horse swung around for a landing, the landscape was revealed as a mere surface, a thin‑shaped film of . . . existence . . . imposed on nothingness.She expected it to tear when the horse landed, but there was only a faint crunch and a scatter of gravel.Binky trotted around the house and into the stableyard, where he stood and waited.Susan got off, gingerly. The ground felt solid enough under her feet. She reached down and scratched at the gravel; there was more gravel underneath.She'd heard that the Tooth Fairy collected teeth. Think about it logically . . . the only other people who collected any bits of bodies did so for very suspicious purposes
2009年5月11日星期一
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