Lord Frederick Leighton Return of Persephone painting

Lord Frederick Leighton Return of Persephone paintingLord Frederick Leighton Perseus on Pegasus Hastening to the Rescue of Andromeda paintingLord Frederick Leighton Perseus and Andromeda painting
Turning, Fric saw movement in the passageway by which he had entered this last grotto. Not just the throb of fake gas flames.A large, strange, spiral silhouette wheeled across the racks and vaulted brick ceiling, layering itself over the familiar flicker of small pennants of light and small flags of shadow. It was approaching the grotto.Quite unlike his father in a big-screen before his face and peered up between his spread fingers as the spirit arrived above him. For a moment, weightless and slowly revolving, the apparition reminded him of the Milky Way galaxy, with its gossamer spiral arms—and then he recognized it for what it was.Lazily drifting on the cool draft, a fake web, fabricated by Mr. Knute, had come unanchoredpinch, Fric seized up with fear and could neither attack nor flee.Eerily shapeless, shifting, gently tumbling, the shadow billowed closer, closer, and then the fearsome source appeared at the mouth of the passageway: a spirit, a ghost, an apparition, ragged and milky, semitransparent and vaguely luminous, drifting slowly toward him by supernatural locomotion.Fric frantically stepped backward, stumbled, fell hard enough to remind himself that his butt was as scrawny as his biceps.Out of the passageway and into the grotto came the apparition, gliding like a stingray in ocean depths. Lambent light and pulsing shadow played upon the phantom form, lending it a greater mystery, an aura of veiled or bearded evil.Fric raised his hands protectively