Tamara de Lempicka Kizette on the Balcony

Tamara de Lempicka Kizette on the BalconyGustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch BauerBerthe Morisot At the BallClaude Monet Woman In A Green DressClaude Monet Terrace at St Adresse
Morpork the Shades would be represented by a shaft. In fact the Shades was remarkably like the aforesaid well-known astronomical phenomenon: it had a certain strong attraction, no light escaped from it, and it could indeed seen trolls only in the more select parts of the city, where they moved with exaggerated caution in case they accidentally clubbed someone to death and ate them. In the Shades they strode, unafraid, heads held so high they very nearly rose above their shoulder-blades. Windle Poons wandered through the crowds like random shot on a pinball table. Here a blast of smoky sound from a bar spun him back into the street, there a discreet doorway promising unusual and forbidden delights attracted him like a magnet. Windle Poons’ life hadn’t become a gateway to another world. The next one. The Shades was a city within a city.The streets were thronged. Muffled figures slunk past on errands of their from sunken stairwells. So did sharp and exciting smells. Poons passed goblin delicatessens and dwarf bars from which came the sounds of singing and fighting which dwarfs traditionally did at the same time. And there were trolls, moving through the crowds like . . . like big people moving among little people. They weren’t shambling, either. Windle had hitherto