Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Port of Valencia

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Port of ValenciaJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Arrival of the BoatsJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Valencian Scene
Terry Pratchett
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are bad.

“Well, that’s it,” said Nanny Ogg, as the witches walked out over the castle’s drawbridge. “Well done, Esme.”
“It ain’t drop the word to the Mountain King. The dwarfs and trolls’ll take it off our hands like a shot. No more problem.”
Granny ignored this.
“There’s something else,” she said. “Something we haven’t thought of. She’ll still be looking for a way.”
They’d reached the town square now. She surveyed it. Of course, Verence was king and that was over,” said Granny Weatherwax.“You said yourself they can’t get through now. No one else round here’s going to try any magic at the stones, that’s sure enough.”“Yes, but it’ll be circle time for another day or so yet.Anything could happen.”“That Diamanda girl’s out of it, and you’ve put the wind up the others,” said Nanny Ogg, tossing the lamb bone into the dry moat. “Ain’t no one else going to call ‘em, I know that.”“There’s still the one in the dungeon.”“You want to get rid of it?” said Nanny. “I’ll send our Shawn to King Ironfoundersson up at Copperhead, if you like. Or I could hop on the old broomstick meself and go and