Vincent van Gogh The Olive Trees

Vincent van Gogh The Olive TreesVincent van Gogh Fishing in SpringUnknown Artist Ranson Apple Tree with Red Fruit
True! King bear must go south! Show you walrus, fine fat good...”
"King bear go south?"
"And flying things got treasure! Flying things, angels, crystal treasure!"
"Flying things, like cliff-ghasts? Treasure?"
"Like light, not like cliff-ghast. Rich! Crystal! And witch troubled, witch sorry, Scoresby dead...”
"Dead? Balloon man dead?" The cliff-ghast's laugh echoed around the dry cliffs.
"Witch kill him, Scoresby dead, king bear go south...” "Scoresby dead! Ha, ha, Scoresby dead!" The cliff-ghast wrenched off the fox's head, and fought his brothers for the entrails.

-I know she will be one day… "
Lyra was alarmed.
"I think I'm dreaming, and I don't know where she is." she said. "She's somewhere near, and I can'tthey will come, they will.""But where are you, Lyra?"And that she couldn't answer. "I think I'm dreaming, Roger," was all she could find to say.Behind the little boy she could see more ghosts, dozens, hundreds, their heads crowded together, peering close and listening to every word."And that woman?" said Roger. "I hope she en't dead. I hope she stays alive as long as ever she can. Because if she comes down here, then there'll be nowhere to hide, she'll have us forever then. That's the only good thing I can see about being dead, that she en't. Except