Joseph Mallord William Turner Portsmouth

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beside him and made a spirited attempt at biting his head off. The two submerged in a column of spray and a minor tidal wave which slopped over the balcony.
'Ah, but maybe the population declined because we stopped sacrificing virgins - of both sexes, of course,' said Koomi, hurriedly. 'Have you ever thought of it like that?' They thought of it. Then they thought of it again.
'I don't up at the sky. Few people can look directly at the sun, but under the venom of Dios's gaze the sun itself might have flinched and looked away. Dios's eyes sighted down that fearsome nose like twin range finders.
To the air in general he said: 'Coming here as if they own the place. How dare they?'
Koomi's mouth dropped open. He started to protest, and a kilowatt stare silenced him.think the king would approve-' said one of the priests cautiously. 'The king?' shouted Koomi. 'Where is the king? Show me the king! Ask Dios where the king is!' There was a thud by his feet. He looked down in horror as the gold mask bounced, and rolled towards the priests. They scattered hurriedly, like skittles. Dios strode out into the light of the disputed sun, his face grey with fury. 'The king is dead,' he said. Koomi swayed under the sheer pressure of anger, but rallied magnificently. 'Then his successor-' he began. 'There is no successor,' said Dios. He stared