Paul Gauguin Joyousness

Paul Gauguin JoyousnessThomas Kinkade country livingHenri Matisse View of Collioure
someone dead.
This time theover his brocade and velvet the wizard wore a thick, padded overall stuffed with rowan shavings and embroidered with industrial-grade sigils. He'd affixed a smoked glass visor to his pointy hat and his gauntlets, which were extremely big, suggested that he was a wicket keeper in a game of cricket played at supersonic speeds. The actinic flashes and pulsations from the great work in the main hall cast harsh shadows around him as he fumbled for the bolts.
He pulled down the visor and opened the door a fraction. banging rattled the hinges.'One of us had better go out,' said the first wizard.'Good man.''Ah. Oh. Right.'He set off slowly down the short, arched passage.'I'll just go and see who it is, then?' he said.'First class.'It was a strange figure that made its hesitant way to the door. Ordinary robes weren't sufficient protection in the high-energy field inside tower, and