Friday, March 20, 2009

Jack Vettriano The Cocktail Shaker

Jack Vettriano The Cocktail ShakerJack Vettriano The City CafeJack Vettriano The Cigar DivanJack Vettriano The British Are ComingJack Vettriano The Blue Gown
. Perhaps we'd just better let him get it out of his system.'
King Teppicymon XXVII nodded gloomily, and went by himself to wave goodbye to his son. He was less certain than his could go to his rest satisfied that he had been annulled by someone of taste and discretion.
And, after all, what was there for him at home? A kingdom two miles wide and one hundred sister about the unpleasantness of assassination; he'd been reluctantly in politics for a long time, and felt that while assassination was probably worse than debate it was certainly better than war, which some people tended to think of as the same thing only louder. And there was no doubt that young Vyrt always had plenty of money, and used to turn up at the palace with expensive gifts, exotic suntans and thrilling tales of the interesting people he'd met in foreign parts, in most cases quite briefly. He wished Vyrt was around to advise. His majesty had also heard that only one student in fifteen actually became an assassin. He wasn't entirely certain what happened to the other fourteen, but he was pretty sure that if you were a poor student in a school for assassins they did a bit more than throw the chalk at you, and that the school dinners had an extra dimension of uncertainty. But everyone agreed that the assassins' school offered the best all-round education in the world. A qualified assassin should be at home in any company, and able to play at least one musical instrument. Anyone inhumed by a graduate of the Guild school

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