Thomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at Biltmore

spinning dryads who were creating the magic circle, and watched to see what Druellae would do next.
"Grab him," she screamed. "Take him a long way from the Tree and kill him!"
Rincewind turned and bolted.
Across the focus of the circle.
There was aIt explained why, earlier in the afternoon, he had espied a chest by the side of the track while riding through this benighted forest. Its top was invitingly open, displaying much gold. But when he had leapt off his horse to approach it the chest had sprouted legs and had gone trotting off into the forest, stopping again a few hundred yards away.
Now, after several hours of teasing pursuit, he had lost it in these hell-lit brilliant flash.There was a sudden darkness.There was a vaguely Rincewind-shaped violet shadow, dwindling to a point and winking out.There was nothing at all. Hrun the Barbarian crept soundlessly along the corridors, which were lit with a light so violet that it was almost black. His earlier confusion was gone. This was obviously a magical temple, and that explained everything.