Henri Matisse Harmony in Red

Henri Matisse Harmony in RedGuido Reni reni AuroraFrancois Boucher Madame de Pompadour
had seen thousands of years pass, and the cruelty and misery of all of them had formed the hateful expression on her features. But as the travelers saw her more clearly, she became even more repulsive. Her eye sockets were clotted with filthy slime, and the redness of her lips was caked and crusted as if she had vomited ancient blood again and repelled as Will.
For answer the harpy screamed. She opened her mouth and directed a jet of noise right in their faces, so that their heads rang and they nearly fell backward. Will clutched at Lyra and they both clung together as the scream turned into wild, mocking peals of laughter, which were answered by other harpy voices in the fog along the shore. The jeering, hate-filled sound reminded again. Her matted, filthy black hair hung down to her shoulders; her jagged claws gripped the stone fiercely; her powerful dark wings were folded along her back; and a drift of putrescent stink wafted from her every time she moved.Will and Lyra, both of them sick and full of pain, tried to stand upright and face her."But you are alive!" the harpy said, her harsh voice mocking them.Will found himself hating and fearing her more than any human being he had ever known."Who are you?" said Lyra, who was just as