Jack Vettriano Birth Of A Dream

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straight out of your wages so's you don't have to bother about it. Meet Asphalt.'
'Who?' said Buddy.
''S me,' said one of Asphalt was already wearing a 'Band With Rocks In' shirt. It was tight across the chest but reached down to the floor.
'Asphalt'll look after you,' said Dibbler. 'There isn't anything he doesn't know about show business.'
Asphalt gave them a big grin.
'You'll be OK with me,' he said. 'I've worked with 'em all, I have. Been everywhere, done it all.'
'We could go to the Fronts,' said Cliff. 'No‑one around there the sacks beside Dibbler.The sack opened up a bit and turned out not to be a sack at all, but a . . . a sort of crumbled . . . a kind of mobile heap of. . .Buddy felt his eyes watering. It looked like a troll, except that it was shorter than a dwarf. It wasn't smaller than a dwarf ‑ what Asphalt lacked in height he made up in breadth and, while on the subject, also in smell.'How come,' said Cliff, 'he's so short?'"N'elephant sat on me,' said Asphalt, sulkily.Glod blew his nose.'Only sat?'

Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator

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red hair, says "an inrush of air, and a croak.
'I've always thought of it more as a guideline,' he said, mildly. 'Bursar, go and put this frog in the flowerbed and when he becomes his old self give him ten dollars. Ten dollars would be all right, wouldn't it?'
'Croak,' said the frog hastily.
'Good. And now will someone tell me what's going on?'
There was a series of crashes from downstairs.
'Why do I think,' said Ridcully to the world in general, 'that this isn't going ook", a lot?''That's him. Oh, dear. I wonder why he did that?' said Ridcully. 'Still, you know what they say . . . a five‑hundred‑pound gorilla can sleep where he likes.''But a three‑hundred‑pound monkey can give me my bloody wheels back,' said the man, unmoved. 'If I don't get my wheels back, there's going to be trouble.''Trouble?' said Ridcully.'Yeah. And don't think you can scare me. Wizards don't scare me. Everyone knows there's a rule that you mustn't use magic against civilians.' The man thrust his face close to Ridcully and raised a fist.Ridcully snapped his fingers. There was

Lord Frederick Leighton Solitude

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don't expect me to believe you're the Tooth Fairy?' said Susan suspiciously.
She touched the ladder. It felt solid enough.
'Not the,' said the girl. 'A. I'm surprised you don't know that.'
She'd sauntered, B.F.'
'. . . shut up . . . just give the door a push.'
‘It's locked.'
The raven gave her a beady‑eyed look with its head on one side. Then it said: 'That stops you? Oh, well. I'll fetch the key.'
It appeared a moment later and dropped around the corner before Susan asked, 'Why me?'''Cos she can tell,' said a voice behind her. 'Takes one to know one.'She turned. The raven was sitting in a small open window.'You'd better come in,' it said. 'You can meet all sorts, out in that alley.''I already have.'There was a brass plate screwed on the wall besidethe door. It said: 'C V Cheesewaller, DM (Unseen) B. Thau, B.F.'It was the first time Susan had ever heard metal speak.'Simple trick,' said the raven, dismissively. 'It senses you looking at it. Just give–’'C V Cheesewaller, DM (Unseen) B. Thau

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I AM TOLD YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
The holy man opened the other eye.
'The secret of The holy man shifted uneasily. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. A quick burst of the Infinite and a meaningful nudge in the direction of the begging bowl was how it was supposed to go.
"S black,' he muttered.
NOT, said the stranger, WHEN SEEN FROM THE OUTSIDE. THE NIGHT SKY IS BLACK. BUT THAT IS JUST SPACE. INFINITY, HOWEVER, IS BLUE.
'And I suppose you know what sound is made by one hand clapping, do you?' said existence is to disdain earthly ties, shun the chimera of material worth, and seek one‑ness with the Infinite,' he said. 'And keep your thieving hands off my begging bowl.'The sight of the supplicant was giving him trouble.I'VE SEEN THE INFINITE, said the stranger. IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL.The holy man glanced around.'Don't be daft; he said. 'You can't see the Infinite. 'Cos it's infinite.' I HAVE.'All right, what did it look like?'IT'S BLUE.

Benjamin Williams Leader The Wengen Alps Morning In Switzerland

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strange thing, Colon remembered later. Everyone looked at Carrot.
Gaspode sniffed a lamp-post.
'I see Three-legged Shep has been ill again,' he said 'And old Willy the Pup is back in town.'
To a dog, a Two dogs emerged from the alley. They were huge. Their species was indeterminate. One of them was jet black and looked like a pit bull terrier crossed with a mincing machine. The other . . . the other looked like a dog whose name was almost certainly 'Butch'. Both sop and bottom set of fangs had grown so large that he appeared to be looking at the well-placed hitching post or lamp is a social calendar.'Where are we?' said Angua. Foul Ole Ron's trail was hard to follow. There were so many other smells.'Somewhere in the Shades,' said Gaspode. 'Sweethear Lane, smells like.' He snuffled across the ground. Ah here he is again, the little . . .'' 'ullo, Gaspode . . .'It was a deep, hoarse voice, a kind of whisper wit? sand in it. It came from somewhere in an alley.' 'o's yer fwiend, Gaspode?'There was a snigger.'Ah,' said Gaspode. 'Uh. Hi, guys.'

Pino SENSUALITY

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nasty piece of work, that Coalface,' said Colon. A righthand troll for Chrysoprase.'
'Yes, but he couldn't have killed Bjorn,' said Carrot. 'And what about the beggar girl?'
Vimes sat looking at the floor.
'What do you think, captain?' said Carrot.
Vimes shrugged.'But all isn't well, captain,' said Carrot.
'So what? When has that ever mattered?'
'Oh, dear,' said Angua, under her breath. 'I think perhaps you gave him too much of that coffee . . .'
Vimes said, 'I'm retiring from the Watch tomorrow. Twenty-five years on the streets—'
Nobby started to grin nervously and stopped as the sergeant, without apparently shifting position, grabbed one of his arms and twisted it gently but meaningfully up his back.
'—and what good's it all been? What good have I done? I've just worn out a lo'Who cares?' he said.'Well, you care,' said Carrot. 'You always care. We can't let even someone like—''Listen to me,' said Vimes, in a small voice. 'Supposing we'd found who killed the dwarf and the clown? Or the girl. It wouldn't make any difference. It's all rotten anyway.''What is, captain?' said Colon.'All of it. You might as well try and empty a well with a sieve. Let the Assassins try to sort it out. Or the thieves. He can try the rats next. Why not? We're not the people for this. We ought to have just stayed with ringing our bells and shouting "All's well!" '

Guido Reni Reni Charity

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, use another dwarf's actual tools?' Carrot's mouth twisted in distaste, as though someone had suggested he wear Corporal Nobbs' old shorts. 'Oh, no. that's not . . . right. I mean, they're . . . part of him. I mean . . . someone else using them, after better, we are trying to find out who killed Mr Hammerhock. All right?'
Carrot picked one up, but with considerable reluctance.
'This is Mr Hammerhock's chisel, this is,' he said reproachfully.
'Corporal Carrot, will you stop being a dwarf for two seconds? You're a guard! And give me the damn chisel! It's been a long day! Thank you!'he's used them all these years, I mean . . . urrgh.''Really?'The clockwork soldier marched under the bench.'It'd feel . . . wrong,' said Carrot. 'Er. Yukky.''Oh.' Vimes stood up.'Capt—''Ow!''—mind your head. Sorry.'Rubbing his head with one hand, Vimes used the other to examine the hole in the plaster.'There's . . . something in here,' he said. 'Pass me one of those chisels.'There was silence.'A chisel, please. If it makes you feel any