Jack Vettriano Incident On The Promenade

Jack Vettriano Incident On The PromenadeJack Vettriano in the heat of the dayJack Vettriano his Favourite girl
make any headway at all. They had to perch the dragonflies on the children's hands, and even then it was like pulling them against a pressure in the air; their filmy wings bent and twisted, and the little riders had to stroke their mounts' heads with a trembling hand. His throat, Will was glad to see, was intact.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was point at Will and Lyra.
Lyra said, "Excuse us for being in your house, but we had to escape from the men who were coming. I'm sorry if we startled you. I'm Lyra, and this is Will, and these and whisper to calm their fears.But after a few seconds of struggle, they were all through, and Will found the edge of the window (though it was impossible to see) and closed it, shutting the sound of the soldiers away in their own world."Will," said Lyra, and he turned to see that there was another figure in the kitchen with them.His heart jolted. It was the man he'd seen not ten minutes before, stark dead in the bushes with his throat cut.He was middle-aged, lean, with the look of a man who spent most of the time in the open air. But now he was looking almost crazed, or paralyzed, with shock. His eyes were so wide that the white showed all around the iris, and he was clutching the edge of the table