Jack Vettriano The Blue GownJack Vettriano The Birth of a DreamJack Vettriano The Billy Boys
'What have you done with him?'
THEY'RE SAFE 'I didn't want to! The horse and the rat just turned up!'
RAT?
'Er . . . I think that's something that's going to happen.'
OH, YES. I REMEMBER. HMM. A HUMAN DOING MY JOB? TECHNICALLY POSSIBLE, OF COURSE, BUT WHY?
‘I think Albert knows something, but he changes the subject.'
Albert reappeared, carrying another cup and saucer. He plonked it down pointedly on Death's desk, with the air of one who is being put upon.FOR NOW. I'M GLAD IT'S OVER. HAVING PEOPLE AROUND WAS BEGINNING TO AFFECT MY JUDGEMENT. AH, ALBERT . . .Albert had appeared on the edge of the carpet, bearing a tea‑tray.ANOTHER CUP, IF YOU WOULD BE SO GOOD.Albert looked around, and totally failed to see Susan. If you could be invisible to Miss Butts, everyone else was easy.'If you say so, Master.'SO, said Death, when Albert had shuffled away, I HAVE GONE MISSING. AND YOU BELIEVE YOU HAVE INHERITED THE FAMILY BUSINESS. YOU?
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Gustave Courbet Marine
Gustave Courbet MarineGustave Courbet Woman with a ParrotMary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach
?' said Albert.
SQUEAK.
'She'll crack soon Death knew there should be things like bedside clocks. It had skulls and bones and the omega sign on it, and it didn't work. There were no working clocks in the house, except the special one in the hall. Any others got depressed and stopped, or unwound themselves all in one go.
Her room looked as though someone had moved out yesterday. There were hairbrushes on the dressing table, and a few odds and ends of make‑up. There was even a dressing‑gown on the back of the door. It had a rabbit on the pocket. The cosy effect would have been improved enough,' said Albert. 'Oh, yes. You can't be an immortal and a mortal at the same time, it'll tear you in half. I almost feels sorry for her.'SQUEAK, agreed the Death of Rats.'And that ain't the worst bit,' said Albert. 'You wait till her memory really starts working . . .SQUEAK.'You listen to me,' said Albert. 'You'd better start looking for him right away.'Susan awoke, and had no idea what time it was.There was a clock by the bedside, because
?' said Albert.
SQUEAK.
'She'll crack soon Death knew there should be things like bedside clocks. It had skulls and bones and the omega sign on it, and it didn't work. There were no working clocks in the house, except the special one in the hall. Any others got depressed and stopped, or unwound themselves all in one go.
Her room looked as though someone had moved out yesterday. There were hairbrushes on the dressing table, and a few odds and ends of make‑up. There was even a dressing‑gown on the back of the door. It had a rabbit on the pocket. The cosy effect would have been improved enough,' said Albert. 'Oh, yes. You can't be an immortal and a mortal at the same time, it'll tear you in half. I almost feels sorry for her.'SQUEAK, agreed the Death of Rats.'And that ain't the worst bit,' said Albert. 'You wait till her memory really starts working . . .SQUEAK.'You listen to me,' said Albert. 'You'd better start looking for him right away.'Susan awoke, and had no idea what time it was.There was a clock by the bedside, because
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Henri Matisse The Painter's Family
Henri Matisse The Painter's FamilyHenri Matisse The Blue WindowHenri Matisse Spanish Still LifeHenri Matisse Moroccan Landscape
opened the curtains. Sunlight poured in. Vimes groaned and sat up slowly in what remained of his bed.
'Good grief, man,' he mumbled. 'What sort of time d'you call this?'
'Almost nine in the morning, sir,' said the butler.
'Nine in the ?'
'I get nervous if people hold blades near my face,' said Vimes. 'But if you harness the horse and cart I'll try and get to the other end of the bathroom.'
'Very amusing, sir.'
Vimes had another bath, just for the novelty of it. He was aware from a general background noise that the mansion was busily humming towards W-hour. Lady Sybil was devoting to her wedding all the directness morning? What sort of time is that to get up? I don't normally get up until the afternoon's got the shine worn off!''But sir is not at work any more, sir.'Vimes looked down at the tangle of sheets and blankets. They were wrapped around Ms legs and knotted together. Then he remembered the dream.He'd been walking around the city.Well, maybe not so much a dream as a memory. After all, he walked the city every night. Some part of him wasn't giving up; some part of Vimes was learning to be a civilian, but an old part was marching, no, proceeding to a different beat. He'd thought the place seemed deserted and harder to walk through than usual.'Does sir wish me to shave him or will sir do it himself
opened the curtains. Sunlight poured in. Vimes groaned and sat up slowly in what remained of his bed.
'Good grief, man,' he mumbled. 'What sort of time d'you call this?'
'Almost nine in the morning, sir,' said the butler.
'Nine in the ?'
'I get nervous if people hold blades near my face,' said Vimes. 'But if you harness the horse and cart I'll try and get to the other end of the bathroom.'
'Very amusing, sir.'
Vimes had another bath, just for the novelty of it. He was aware from a general background noise that the mansion was busily humming towards W-hour. Lady Sybil was devoting to her wedding all the directness morning? What sort of time is that to get up? I don't normally get up until the afternoon's got the shine worn off!''But sir is not at work any more, sir.'Vimes looked down at the tangle of sheets and blankets. They were wrapped around Ms legs and knotted together. Then he remembered the dream.He'd been walking around the city.Well, maybe not so much a dream as a memory. After all, he walked the city every night. Some part of him wasn't giving up; some part of Vimes was learning to be a civilian, but an old part was marching, no, proceeding to a different beat. He'd thought the place seemed deserted and harder to walk through than usual.'Does sir wish me to shave him or will sir do it himself
Sunday, May 3, 2009
William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere Debout
William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere DeboutJohn Constable Malvern HallJohn William Waterhouse The SorceressJohn William Waterhouse The Enchanted Garden
weren't digging down. We were digging up . . .'
Carrot sat and listened. He interrupted only twice.
'Shot at you?'
'Five time,' said Detritus, happily. 'Have to report damage to breastplate but not to backplate on account of fortunately my body got in way, saving valuable city property worth three dollars.'
Carrot listened to the part.
'What was it?'
'If we tell you, you say, stupid ethnic people, you pulling my leg off,' said Detritus.
'So you'd better come and see,' said Cuddy.
Sergeant Colon looked at the rest of the Watch.some more.'Sewers?' he said, eventually.'It's like the whole city, underground. We saw crowns and stuff carved on the walls.'Carrot's eyes sparkled. 'That means they must date right back to the days when we had kings! And then when we kept on rebuilding the city we forgot they were down there . . .''Um. That's not all that's down there,' said Cuddy. 'We . . . found something.''Oh?''Something bad.''You won't like it at all,' said Detritus. 'Bad, bad, bad. Even worse.''We thought it would be best to leave it there,' said Cuddy, 'on account of it being Evidence. But you ought to see it.''It's going to upset everything,' said the troll, warming
weren't digging down. We were digging up . . .'
Carrot sat and listened. He interrupted only twice.
'Shot at you?'
'Five time,' said Detritus, happily. 'Have to report damage to breastplate but not to backplate on account of fortunately my body got in way, saving valuable city property worth three dollars.'
Carrot listened to the part.
'What was it?'
'If we tell you, you say, stupid ethnic people, you pulling my leg off,' said Detritus.
'So you'd better come and see,' said Cuddy.
Sergeant Colon looked at the rest of the Watch.some more.'Sewers?' he said, eventually.'It's like the whole city, underground. We saw crowns and stuff carved on the walls.'Carrot's eyes sparkled. 'That means they must date right back to the days when we had kings! And then when we kept on rebuilding the city we forgot they were down there . . .''Um. That's not all that's down there,' said Cuddy. 'We . . . found something.''Oh?''Something bad.''You won't like it at all,' said Detritus. 'Bad, bad, bad. Even worse.''We thought it would be best to leave it there,' said Cuddy, 'on account of it being Evidence. But you ought to see it.''It's going to upset everything,' said the troll, warming
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)