James Jacques Joseph Tissot Journey of the MagiJules Joseph Lefebvre Mary Magdalene In The CaveClaude Monet Haystack At GivernyClaude Monet Monet Water Lillies I
Terry Pratchett
Verence had bought for her. The same applied to the engagement ring. She wasn’t sure if you were allowed to keep it.And then she heard the singing.
It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful sound Magrat had ever heard. It flowed straight through the ears and into the hindbrain, into the blood, into the bone .. .
A silk camisole dropped from her fingers on to the floor.
She wrenched at the door, and a tiny part of her mind still capable of rational thought remembered about the keyShe glared at herself in the mirror.She’d have to stop thinking like this. She seemed to have spent her whole life trying to make herself small, trying to be polite, apologizing when people walked over her, trying to be good-mannered. And what had happened? People had treated her as if she was small and polite and good-mannered.She’d stick the, the, the damn letter on the mirror, so they’d all know why she’d gone.She’d a damn good mind to go off to one of the cities and become a courtesan.Whatever that was.
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