John Constable Weymouth Bay

John Constable Weymouth BayJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900John William Waterhouse The SirenJohn William Waterhouse The Lady Clare
see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole multidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should Rincewind. They looked as though they could shoulder their way through solid rock and beat up a regiment of trolls into the bargain. The three handsome giants looked down at him with wooden menace. Their skins were the colour of walnut husks, and under it muscles bulged like sacks of melons.
He turned around again and grinned weakly at Druellae beginning to take on a familiar shape again.have realised that you weren't a real wizard when I saw you didn't have a staff.""Lost it in a fire," lied Rincewind automatically."No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it.""It blew off.""No familiar.""It died. Look, thanks for rescuing me, but if you don't mind I think I ought to be going. If you could show me the way out-"Something in her expression made him turn around. There were three he-dryads behind him. They were as naked as the woman, and unarmed. That last fact was irrelevant, however. They didn't look as though they would need weapons to fight