Georges Seurat Le Chahut

Georges Seurat Le ChahutWilliam Blake NebuchadnezzarWilliam Blake Jacob's Ladder
Arctic of his own world, had died. Iorek would avenge him. The good man's flesh and bone would both nourish him and keep him restless until blood was spilled enough to still his heart.
The sun was setting as Iorek finished his meal, and the air was cooling down. After gathering the remaining fragments of Lee's body into a single heap, the bear lifted the flower in his mouth and dropped it in the center of them, as humans liked to do. The witch's spell was broken now; the rest of the body was free to all who came. Soon it would be nourishing ! True! Swear! Promise!"
"Bears don't go south, lying filth!"
"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?"a dozen different kinds of life.Then Iorek set off down the slope toward the sea again, toward the south.Cliff-ghasts were fond of fox, when they could get it. The little creatures were cunning and hard to catch, but their meat was tender and rank.Before he killed this one, the cliff-ghast let it talk, and laughed at its silly babble."Bear must go south! Swear! Witch is troubled