Camille Pissarro Jardin Mirbeau aux Damps

Camille Pissarro Jardin Mirbeau aux DampsJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida UNA INVESTIGACIoNWilliam Etty Hero and Leander
all in your head,' she said, bracing herself against the force that wanted to drag them towards that flickering doorway. , circles drawn on the floor with eight different colours of chalk and a few cauldrons around the place then it simply wasn't worth contemplating.
The eight wizards at their stations on the points of the great ceremonial octogram swayed and chanted, their arms held out sideways so they were just touching the fingertips of the mages on either side.
But something was going wrong. True, a mist had formed in the very centre of the living octogram, but it was writhing and turning in on itself, refusing to focus.
'More power!' shouted Albert. 'Give it more power!''You're not Death. You're just Mort. You're whatever I think you are.'In the centre of the blurred blueness of his eyes were two tiny brown dots, rising at the speed of sight.The storm around them rose and wailed. Mort screamed. The Rite of AshkEnte, quite simply, summons and binds Death. Students of the occult will be aware that it can be performed with a simple incantation, three small bits of wood and 4cc of mouse blood, but no wizard worth his pointy hat would dream of doing anything so unimpressive; they knew in their hearts that if a spell didn't involve big yellow candles, lots of rare incense