Jack Vettriano Models in the Studio II

Jack Vettriano Models in the Studio IIJack Vettriano Model in WhiteJack Vettriano Model in White 1993
let me detain you.'
'Er. No. Gods bless yerronner,' said Cumbling Michael, and ran for it.
When the sound of the beggar's boots had died away the Patrician strolled over to the window, stood with his hands clasped behind his out of you since you're here?'
Sometimes Lord Vetinari wondered what had happened to Mr Hong. Everyone knew, of course. In general terms. But not exactly what.
What a city. In the spring, the river caught fire. About once a month, the Alchemists' Guild exploded.
He walked back to his desk and made another brief note. He was rather afraid that he was going to have to have someone killed.
Then he picked up the third movement of Fondel's Prelude in G Major andback, and sighed.There were probably city states, he reasoned, where the rulers only had to worry about the little things . . . barbarian invasions, the balance of payments, assassination, the local volcano erupting. There weren't people busily opening the door of reality and metaphorically saying, 'Hi, come on in, pleased to see you, what a nice axe you have there, incidentally, can I make some money