Franz Marc Deer in the Woods II

Franz Marc Deer in the Woods IIFranz Marc Blaues Pferd 1Franz Marc AffenfriesGarmash Sleeping Beauty
yes,' Rincewind agreed fervently, eyeing the doorway. 'Not much conversation, I imagine.'
'It's always "When I was alive — " and "We really knew how to breathe in my day — ",' she said, laying a small white hand on his arm and smiling at him. They're always so set in their ways, too. No fun at all. So formal.'
'Stiff?' suggested Rincewind. She was propelling him towards an archway.
'Absolutely. What's your name? My name is Ysabell.'
'Um, Rincewind. Excuse me, but if this is the house of Death, what are you doing here? You don't look dead to me.'
'Oh, I live here.' She looked intently at him. 'I say, you haven't come to rescue your lost love, have you? That always of clothes?'
As he spoke he was aware that he may have missed something vital. He shut his eyes and tried to recall the last few minutes of conversation. Then it hit him like a sandbag.
'Daddy?'
She looked down demurely. 'Adopted, actually,' she said. 'He found meannoys daddy, he says it's a good job he never sleeps because if he did he'd be kept awake by the tramp, tramp, tramp of young heroes coming down here to carry back a lot of silly girls, he says.''Goes on a lot, does it?' said Rincewind weakly, as they walked along a black-hung corridor.'All the time. I think it's very romantic. Only when you leave, it's very important not to look back.''Why not?'She shrugged. 'I don't know. Perhaps the view isn't very good. Are you a hero, actually?''Um, no. Not as such. Not at all, really. Even less than that, in fact. I just came to look for a friend of mine,' he said wretchedly. 'I suppose you haven't seen him?Little fat man, talks a lot, wears eyeglasses, funny sort