Jack Vettriano The Missing Man

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'Oh, dear,' said Kwartz.
The trolls halted. The night closed in like velvet. An owl hooted eerily – at least Rincewind assumed it was an owl, he was a little hazy on ornithology. Perhaps a nightingale hooted, unless it was a thrush. A bat flittered overhead. He was quite confident about that.
He was also very tired and quite bruised.
'Why oh dear?' he said.
He peered into the gloom. There was a distant speck in the hills that might have been a fire.
'Oh,' he said. 'You don't like fires, do you?'
Kwartz nodded. 'It destroys the superconductivity of our brains,' he said, 'but a fire that small wouldn't have much have been paying attenshion and not being shwayed by all this talk about your wosshnarnes, your din-chewers. I mussht be getting shoft.'effect on Old Grandad.'Rincewind looked around cautiously, listening for the sound of a rogue troll. He'd seen what normal trolls could do to a forest. They weren't naturally destructive, they just treated organic matter as a sort of inconvenient fog.'Let's hope he doesn't find it, then,' he said fervently.Kwartz sighed. 'Not much chance of that,' he said. They've lit it in his mouth.' 'It'sh a judgeshment on me!' moaned Cohen. He tugged ineffectually at his bonds.Twoflower peered at him muzzily. Gancia's slingshot had raised quite a lump on the back of his head and he was a little uncertain about things, starting with his name and working upwards.'I should have been lisshening out,' said Cohen. 'I should
He levered himself up by his elbows. Herrena and the rest of the gang were