Albert Bierstadt The Shore of the Turquoise Sea painting

Albert Bierstadt The Shore of the Turquoise Sea paintingDante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca paintingDante Gabriel Rossetti A Sea Spell painting
When Mishal, Hanif and Pinkwalla ventured into the clubroom several hours later, they observed a scene of frightful devastation, tables sent flying, chairs broken in half, and, of course, every waxwork -- good and evil -- Topsy and Legree -- melted like tigers into butter; and at the centre of the carnage, sleeping like a baby, no mythological creature at all, no iconic Thing of horns and hellsbreath, but Mr. Saladin Chamcha himself, Alleluia Cone, coming down from Everest, saw a city of ice to the west of Camp Six, across the Rock Band, glittering in the sunlight below the massifofCho Oyu. _Shangri-La_, she momentarily thought; however, this was no green vale of immortality but a metropolis of gigantic ice--needles, thin, sharp and cold. Her apparently restored to his old shape, mother-naked but of entirely human aspect and proportions, _humanized_ -- is there any option but to conclude? -- by the fearsome concentration of his hate.
He opened his eyes; which still glowed pale and red.