Jack Vettriano words of Wisdom

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he very carefully reached out and touched the–
To call the sudden snapping sound discordant would be too mild. The sound had a snarl, it had talons.
Glod sat back. Right. Right. It was Buddy's instrument. An instrument played by the same person over the years could
And there was a troll story about some stones that, on frosty nights . . .
The point was that magical instruments turned up every so often.
Glod reached out again.
JUD‑Adud‑adud‑duh.
'All right, all right . . .'become very adapted to them, although not in Glod's experience to the point of biting someone else. Buddy hadn't had it a day yet, but the principle maybe was the same.There was an old dwarf legend about the famous Horn of Furgle, which sounded itself when danger was near and also in the presence, for some reason, of horseradish.And there was even an Ankh‑Morpork legend, wasn't there, about some old drum in the Palace or somewhere that was supposed to bang itself if an enemy fleet was seen sailing up the Ankh? The legend had died out in recent centuries, partly because this was the Age of Reason and also because no enemy fleet could sail up the Ankh without a gang of men with shovels going in front.