Lord Frederick Leighton Daedalus and Icarus painting

Lord Frederick Leighton Daedalus and Icarus paintingLord Frederick Leighton Actaea the Nymph of the Shore paintingJean Auguste Dominique Ingres La Grande baigneuse painting
the ghostly grace of a jellyfish, it followed the air currents across the grotto toward the next passageway.Mortified, Fric scrambled to his feet.Passing out of the grotto, the airborne web snared on one of the wall-mounted lamps, not have spun it free, up, and away.Someone would have had to brush against it, at the least, and Fric didn’t believe that he himself had done so.He suspected that someone close behind him in the wine maze had patiently worked the web loose from its corner, careful not to shred or wad it, and had set it afloat upon the draft, to taunt him.On the other hand, he remembered too well the toilet-spawned, scaly, green monster that had not even been real enough to nibble on a slice of bologna.He stood for a moment, frowning at the refectory table. While he had been tangled upon itself, and hung there, flimsy and aflutter, like something from Tinkerbell’s lingerie drawer.[211] Angry with himself, Fric fled the wine cellar.He was in the tasting room, closing the heavy glass door behind himself, before he realized that the spider web could not have come loose all by itself. A draft alone would