Albert Bierstadt the oregon trail

Albert Bierstadt the oregon trailSir Lawrence Alma-Tadema Caracalla and GetaFranz Marc The MonkeyFranz Marc RinderFranz Marc Rehe im Schnee
Gosh, that’s clever.’
Victor went on a little further. The walls were covered with big versions of the square ideograms that featured in the book.
‘You know,’ he said, pausing to run his fingers over one, ‘these aren’t really like a written language. It’s more as if‑‘
‘Keep movin’ and stop makin’ excuses,’ said Gaspode behind him.
Victor’s foot kicked against something which bounced away into the darkness.
‘What was it?’ he quavered.
Gaspode snuffled off into the darkness, and returned.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said.
‘Oh?’
‘It’s just a skull.’
‘Whose?’sound; it was either a beast roaring in the distance, or the sound of the sea moving in some underground tunnel. He opted for the second suggestion.
‘Something’s been calling her,’ he said. ‘In dreams. Someone that wants to be let out. I’m afraid she’s going to get hurt.’
‘She’s not worth it,’ said Gaspode. ‘Messin’ around with girls who’re in thrall to Creatures from the Void never works out, take my word for it. You’d never know ‘He dint say,’ said Gaspode.‘Shut up!’Something crunched under Victor’s sandal.‘An’ that–‘ Gaspode began.‘I don’t want to know!’‘It was a seashell, in fact,’ said Gaspode.Victor peered into the moving square of darkness ahead of them. The makeshift torch flared in the draught and, if he strained his ears, he could hear a rhythmic