Edvard Munch The Girls on the Bridge

Edvard Munch The Girls on the BridgeMartin Johnson Heade Rio de Janeiro BayUnknown Artist Brent Lynch Coastal Drive
surprise it wasn't accompanied by sudden death from crushing. There was another silicon creak, and the hole grew. The stones were falling out, and they were falling up.
'I think,' he said, 'that the carpet might be worth a try at this point.'
The wall beside him shook itself like a dog and drifted apart, its masonry giving Rincewind several severe blows as it soared away.
The four of them landed on the blue and gold carpet in a storm of flying rock.
'We've got to get out of here,' said Nijel, keeping up his reputation for acute observation.
'Hang on,' 'Or it could be, say, sensitive to one particular voice-’
'Shut. Up.'
'You tried up,' said Nijel. 'Try ascend.'
'Or soar,' said Creosote. Several tons of flagstone swooped past an inch from his head.
'If it was going to answer to them it would said Rincewind. 'I'll say-’'You won't,' snapped Conina, kneeling beside him. 'I'll say. I don't trust you.''But you've-’'Shut up,' said Conina. She patted the carpet.'Carpet - rise,' she commanded.There was a pause.,Up.,'Perhaps it doesn't understand the language,' said Nijel.'Lift. Levitate. Fly.'