Jack Vettriano Model in White 1993

Jack Vettriano Model in White 1993Jack Vettriano Model in WestwoodJack Vettriano Model in Black
Susan walked back to the alley where she'd left Binky. There were half a dozen men lying around on the cobbles, clutching parts of themselves and moaning. Susan ignored them. Anyone trying to steal Death's horse soon understood the expression 'a world of hurts'. Binky had a good aim. It would be a very small, very private world.
'The music was 'It's a big wide wonderful universe all right,' said the raven.
SQUEAK.
'But . . . look, if it's a . . . a parasite, or something like that,' said Susan, as Binky trotted skywards, 'what's the good of it killing its host?'
SQUEAK.
‘He says you've got him there,' said the raven. 'Drop me off over Quirm, will you?'playing him, not the other way round,' she said. 'You could see. I'm not sure his fingers even touched the strings.'SQUEAK.Susan rubbed her hand. Satchelmouth had turned out to have quite a hard head.'Can I kill it without killing him?'SQUEAK.'Not a hope,' the raven translated. 'It's all that's keeping him alive.''But Granda . . . but he said it'll end up killing him anyway!'