Thomas Kinkade Cape Hatteras Light

Thomas Kinkade Cape Hatteras LightJohn Collier Priestess of DelphiVincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone I
types with pointy ears and a tendency to giggle and burn easily in sunshine. I ain’t talking about them.
There’s no harm in them. I’m talking about real wild elves,
what we ain’t seen here for—“
The road from the bridge to the town curved between high banks, with the forest crowding in on either side and in places even meeting overhead. Thick ferns, already curling like green breakers, lined the clay banks.
They rustled.
The unicorn Granny Weatherwax smiled.
Millie Chillum and the king and one or two hangers-on were clustered around the door to Magrat’s room when Nanny Ogg arrived.
“What’s happening?”
“I know she’s in there,” said Verence, holding his crown in his hands in the famous leapt on the road.Thousands of universes, twisting together like a rope being plaited from threads .. .There’s bound to be leakages, a sort of mental equivalent of’the channel breakthrough on a cheap hi-fi that gets you the news in Swedish during quiet bits in the music. Especially if you’ve spent your life using your mind as a receiver.187Terry PratchettPicking up the thoughts of another human being is very hard, because no two minds are on the same, er, wavelength.But somewhere out there, at the point where the parallel universes tangle, are a million minds just like yours. For a very obvious reason.