Jack Vettriano Bird on the Wire

Jack Vettriano Bird on the WireJack Vettriano Big Bert's Favourite GirlJack Vettriano Between Darkness and Dawn
He turned away and shut his door against the cold, and the travelers turned down into the heart of the shanty town where the living people had to stay.
It was very much like the main town: shabby little huts, repaired a dozen times, patched with scraps of plastic or , or leaning against the walls, or gathered in small groups, talking quietly.
"Why aren't those people inside?" said Lyra. "It's cold."
"They're not people," said the Lady Salmakia. "They're not even ghosts. They're something else, but I don't know what."corrugated iron, leaning crazily against each other over muddy alleyways. At some places, an anbaric cable looped down from a bracket and provided enough feeble current to power a naked lightbulb or two, strung out over the nearby huts. Most of what light there was, however, came from the fires. Their smoky glow flickered redly over the scraps and tatters of building material, as if they were the last remaining flames of a great conflagration, staying alive out of pure malice.But as Will and Lyra and the Gallivespians came closer and saw more detail, they picked out many more figures sitting in the darkness by themselves