Monday 27 April 2009

Thomas Kinkade Seaside Hideaway

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There was a rectangle of card in the debris.
The hairs on the back of Vimes' hand prickled.
He sniffed rankness in the air.
Vimes would be the first to admit that he wasn't a good copper, but he'd probably be spared the chore because lots of other people would happily admit it for him. There was a certain core of stubborn bloody-mindedness there which upset important people, and anyone who upsets important people is automatically hot a good copper. But he'd developed instincts. You couldn't live on the streets of a city all your life without them. In the same way that the whole jungle subtly changes at the distant approach of the hunter, there was an alteration in the feel of the city.
There was something happening here, something wrong, and he couldn't quite see what it was. He started to reach down—
'What is the meaning of this?'
Vimes letter.
'Well, if you would like the most fundamental reason,' he said, 'it is because I rather think I do.'
A man can be defined by the things he hates. There were quite a lot of things that Captain Vimes hated. Assassins were near the top of the list, just after kings and the undead.straightened up. He did not turn around.'Sergeant Colon, I want you to go back to the Watch House with Nobby and Detritus,' he said. 'Corporal Carrot and Lance-Constable Cuddy, you stay with me.''Yes, sah!' said Sergeant Colon, stamping heavily and ripping off a smart salute to annoy the Assassins. Vimes acknowledged it.Then he turned around.'Ah, Dr Cruces,' he said.The Master of Assassins was white with rage, contrasting nicely with the extreme black of his clothing.'No-one sent for you!' he said. 'What gives you the right to be here, mister policeman? Walking around as if you own the place?'Vimes paused, his heart singing. He savoured the moment. He'd like to take this moment and press it carefully in a big book, so that when he was old he could take it out occasionally and remember it.He reached into his breastplate and pulled out the lawyer's

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