Salvador Dali Manhattan Skyline

Salvador Dali Manhattan SkylineMartin Johnson Heade Cattleya Orchid and Three Brazilian HummingbirdsCaravaggio The Raising of Lazarus
patiently behind Rincewind and making no attempt to shake them off. Perhaps it was sickening for something, he thought, all this sand and heat. As for the wind ...
Ankh-Morpork had its famous smell, so full of personality that it could reduce a strong man to tears. But Al Khali had its wind, blowing from the vastness of the deserts and continents nearer the rim. It was a gentle breeze, but it didn't stop and eventually it had the same effect on visitors that a cheesegrater achieves on a tomato. After a while it seemed to have worn away your skin and was rasping directly across the nerves.
To Conina's sensitive nostrils it carried aromatic messages from the heart of the continent, compounded of the chill of deserts, the stink of lions, the compost of jungles and the flatulence of wildebeest.and brightened up a bit.'How many people are there on this continent, do you think?' he said.'I don't know,' said Conina, without turning round. 'Millions, I expect?''If I were wise, I wouldn't be here,' said Rincewind, with feeling.They had been in Al Khali, gateway to the whole mysterious continent of Klatch, for several hours. He was beginning to suffer.A decent city should have a bit of fog about it, he considered, and people should live indoors, not spend all their time out on the streets. There shouldn't be

Salvador Dali Manhattan Skyline

Salvador Dali Manhattan SkylineMartin Johnson Heade Cattleya Orchid and Three Brazilian HummingbirdsCaravaggio The Raising of Lazarus
Now Lyra was completely dazed.
"Yes," she said. "They said I was-they said they-they said Lord Asriel put me there because my mother and father died in an airship accident. That's what they told me."
"Ah, did ," John Faa went on. "When he was a young man, Lord Asriel went exploring all over the North, and came back with a great fortune. And he was a high-spirited man, quick to anger, a passionate man.
"And your mother, she was passionate too. Not so well born as him, but a clever woman. A Scholar, even, and those who saw her said she was very beautiful. She and your father, they fell in love as soon's they met.they. Well now, child, I'm a going to tell you a story, a true story. I know it's true, because a gyptian woman told me, and they all tell the truth to John Faa and Farder Coram. So this is the truth about yourself, Lyra. Your father never perished in no airship accident, because your father is Lord Asriel."Lyra could only sit in wonder."Here's how it came about