Claude Monet La Grenouillere

Claude Monet La GrenouillereFabian Perez TangoFabian Perez Flamenco
an old man with one tooth who had been given a gobstopper. A few seagulls hung lazily in the updraughts, waiting for something to happen.
And the A NAME AS GOOD AS ANY OTHER, said Death politely. His empty sockets stared down at a small round face wrapped in sleep. Despite rumour, Death isn't cruel-merely terribly, terribly good at his job.
'You took his mother,' said Ipslore. It was father of wizards sat among the thrift and rattling sea grasses at the edge of the cliff, cradling the child in his arms, staring out to sea.There was a roil of black cloud out there, heading inland, and the light it pushed before it had that deep syrup quality it gets before a really serious thunderstorm.He turned at a sudden silence behind him, and looked up through tear-reddened eyes at a tall hooded figure in a black robe.IPSLORE THE RED? it said. The voice was as hollow as a cave, as dense as a neutron star.Ipslore grinned the terrible grin of the suddenly mad, and held up the child for Death's inspection.'My son,' he said. 'I shall call him Coin.'