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a dead end.'
The two Watchmen lumbered to a halt.
Cuddy knew that he was currently the brains of the partnership, even though Detritus was presently counting, his face name was fortunately lost in the celebrated mists of time, but it had come to be deserved. It had turned into a kind of tunnel as upper storeys were built out and over it, leaving a few inches of sky.
Cuddy peered around the corner, into the gloom.
Click. Click.
It came from deep in the darkness.
'Detritus?'
'Yeah?'
'Did he have any weapons?'beaming with pride, the stones in the wall beside him.Why had they chased someone halfway across the dry ? Because they'd run away. No-one ran away from the Watch. Thieves just flashed their licences. Unlicensed thieves had nothing to fear from the Watch, since they'd saved up all their fear for the Thieves' Guild. Assassins always obeyed the letter of the law. And honest men didn't run away from the WatchRunning away from the Watch was downright suspicious.The origin of Grope Alley's
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thomas Gainsborough The Watering Place
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was lucky!' he said. 'Could have been a nasty accident there.'
He triedto you, you were among the first to know.
His visitor grabbed the device from the bench and rammed it into a cloth bag. Then he looked around wildly, picked up the corpse of Mr Hammerhock, and dragged it through the door towards the river.
There was a distant splash, or as close to a splash as you could get from the Ankh.
'Oh dear,' said Bjorn. 'And I can't swim, either.'
THAT WILL NOT, OF COURSE, BE A PROBLEM, said Death.
Bjorn looked at him.
'You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be,' he said. to fan some of the smoke away, and then reached for the file again.His hand went through it.AHEM.Bjorn tried again.The file was as insubstantial as the smoke.'What?'AHEM.The owner of the strange device was staring in horror at something on the floor. Bjorn followed his gaze.'Oh,' he said. Realization, which had been hovering on the edge of Bjorn's consciousness, finally dawned. That was the thing about death. When it happened
was lucky!' he said. 'Could have been a nasty accident there.'
He triedto you, you were among the first to know.
His visitor grabbed the device from the bench and rammed it into a cloth bag. Then he looked around wildly, picked up the corpse of Mr Hammerhock, and dragged it through the door towards the river.
There was a distant splash, or as close to a splash as you could get from the Ankh.
'Oh dear,' said Bjorn. 'And I can't swim, either.'
THAT WILL NOT, OF COURSE, BE A PROBLEM, said Death.
Bjorn looked at him.
'You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be,' he said. to fan some of the smoke away, and then reached for the file again.His hand went through it.AHEM.Bjorn tried again.The file was as insubstantial as the smoke.'What?'AHEM.The owner of the strange device was staring in horror at something on the floor. Bjorn followed his gaze.'Oh,' he said. Realization, which had been hovering on the edge of Bjorn's consciousness, finally dawned. That was the thing about death. When it happened
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Andy Warhol Sunset
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embarrassing disease he'd died of.
They had just eaten a not-very-good meal which had, however, included some ancient and worthwhile wines. They'd attended because they'd all known Edward's father, and the d'Eaths were a fine old family, if now in very reduced circumstances.
'So you see,' would be somewhat watered down by now, don't you think?'
'The royal b-lood cannot be wa-tered down!'
Ah, thought Lord Rust. So he's that kind. Young Edward thinks the touch of a king can cure scrofula, as if royalty was the equivalent of a sulphur ointment. Young Edward thinks that there is no lake of blood too big to wade through to put a rightful king on a throne, no deed too base in defence of a crown. A romantic, in fact.said Edward proudly, 'the evidence is overwhelming. We have a king!'His audience tried to avoid looking at one another's faces.'I thought you'd be pl-eased,' said Edward.Finally, Lord Rust voiced the unspoken consensus. There was no room in those true-blue eyes for pity, which was not a survival trait, but sometimes it was possible to risk a little kindness.'Edward,' he said, 'the last king of Ankh-Morpork died centuries ago.''Executed by t-raitors!''Even if a descendant could still be found, the royal blood
embarrassing disease he'd died of.
They had just eaten a not-very-good meal which had, however, included some ancient and worthwhile wines. They'd attended because they'd all known Edward's father, and the d'Eaths were a fine old family, if now in very reduced circumstances.
'So you see,' would be somewhat watered down by now, don't you think?'
'The royal b-lood cannot be wa-tered down!'
Ah, thought Lord Rust. So he's that kind. Young Edward thinks the touch of a king can cure scrofula, as if royalty was the equivalent of a sulphur ointment. Young Edward thinks that there is no lake of blood too big to wade through to put a rightful king on a throne, no deed too base in defence of a crown. A romantic, in fact.said Edward proudly, 'the evidence is overwhelming. We have a king!'His audience tried to avoid looking at one another's faces.'I thought you'd be pl-eased,' said Edward.Finally, Lord Rust voiced the unspoken consensus. There was no room in those true-blue eyes for pity, which was not a survival trait, but sometimes it was possible to risk a little kindness.'Edward,' he said, 'the last king of Ankh-Morpork died centuries ago.''Executed by t-raitors!''Even if a descendant could still be found, the royal blood
Friday, April 24, 2009
Cao Yong AGE OF INNOCENCE
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change in the texture of the forest now. It was old even by the standards of Lancre forestry. Beards of moss hung from gnarled low branches. Ancient leaves crack-led underfoot as the witch and the dwarf flew between the trees. Something heard them and crashed away through the thick undergrowth. By the sound of it, it was something with horns.
Nanny let the broomstick glide to a halt.
“There,” she said, pushing aside a bracken frond, ‘the Long Man.’”
Casanunda peeredon privy walls with 200,000 tons of earth, in a manner of speaking.”
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“Doesn’t sound like you to be shocked by that sort of thing.”
She could have sworn the dwarf was blushing under his wig. under her elbow.“Is that all? It’s just an old burial mound.”“Three old burial mounds,” said NannyCasanunda took in the overgrown landscape.“Yes, I see them,” he said. “Two round ones and a long one. Well?”“The first time I saw ‘em from the air,” said Nanny, “I nearly fell off the bloody broomstick for laughin’.”There was one of those pauses known as the delayed drop while the dwarf worked out the topography of the situation.Then:“Blimey,” said Casanunda. “I thought the people who built burial mounds and earthworks and things were serious druids and people like that, not. . . not people who drew
change in the texture of the forest now. It was old even by the standards of Lancre forestry. Beards of moss hung from gnarled low branches. Ancient leaves crack-led underfoot as the witch and the dwarf flew between the trees. Something heard them and crashed away through the thick undergrowth. By the sound of it, it was something with horns.
Nanny let the broomstick glide to a halt.
“There,” she said, pushing aside a bracken frond, ‘the Long Man.’”
Casanunda peeredon privy walls with 200,000 tons of earth, in a manner of speaking.”
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“Doesn’t sound like you to be shocked by that sort of thing.”
She could have sworn the dwarf was blushing under his wig. under her elbow.“Is that all? It’s just an old burial mound.”“Three old burial mounds,” said NannyCasanunda took in the overgrown landscape.“Yes, I see them,” he said. “Two round ones and a long one. Well?”“The first time I saw ‘em from the air,” said Nanny, “I nearly fell off the bloody broomstick for laughin’.”There was one of those pauses known as the delayed drop while the dwarf worked out the topography of the situation.Then:“Blimey,” said Casanunda. “I thought the people who built burial mounds and earthworks and things were serious druids and people like that, not. . . not people who drew
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Cape Hatteras Light
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types with pointy ears and a tendency to giggle and burn easily in sunshine. I ain’t talking about them.
There’s no harm in them. I’m talking about real wild elves,
what we ain’t seen here for—“
The road from the bridge to the town curved between high banks, with the forest crowding in on either side and in places even meeting overhead. Thick ferns, already curling like green breakers, lined the clay banks.
They rustled.
The unicorn Granny Weatherwax smiled.
Millie Chillum and the king and one or two hangers-on were clustered around the door to Magrat’s room when Nanny Ogg arrived.
“What’s happening?”
“I know she’s in there,” said Verence, holding his crown in his hands in the famous leapt on the road.Thousands of universes, twisting together like a rope being plaited from threads .. .There’s bound to be leakages, a sort of mental equivalent of’the channel breakthrough on a cheap hi-fi that gets you the news in Swedish during quiet bits in the music. Especially if you’ve spent your life using your mind as a receiver.187Terry PratchettPicking up the thoughts of another human being is very hard, because no two minds are on the same, er, wavelength.But somewhere out there, at the point where the parallel universes tangle, are a million minds just like yours. For a very obvious reason.
types with pointy ears and a tendency to giggle and burn easily in sunshine. I ain’t talking about them.
There’s no harm in them. I’m talking about real wild elves,
what we ain’t seen here for—“
The road from the bridge to the town curved between high banks, with the forest crowding in on either side and in places even meeting overhead. Thick ferns, already curling like green breakers, lined the clay banks.
They rustled.
The unicorn Granny Weatherwax smiled.
Millie Chillum and the king and one or two hangers-on were clustered around the door to Magrat’s room when Nanny Ogg arrived.
“What’s happening?”
“I know she’s in there,” said Verence, holding his crown in his hands in the famous leapt on the road.Thousands of universes, twisting together like a rope being plaited from threads .. .There’s bound to be leakages, a sort of mental equivalent of’the channel breakthrough on a cheap hi-fi that gets you the news in Swedish during quiet bits in the music. Especially if you’ve spent your life using your mind as a receiver.187Terry PratchettPicking up the thoughts of another human being is very hard, because no two minds are on the same, er, wavelength.But somewhere out there, at the point where the parallel universes tangle, are a million minds just like yours. For a very obvious reason.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Pop art elvis
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Well, that’s about it, then,” said Granny Weatherwax, as the warriors approached. She dropped her voice.
“When the time comes,” she said, “run.”
“What time?”
“You’ll know.”
Granny fell to in an area that Nanny Ogg would be surprised that Esme Weatherwax even knew about.
Diamanda was already running. Granny’s elbow caught the other elf in the chest as she set off after her.
Behind her, she heard the merry laughter of the elves.
Diamanda had been surprised at Granny’s old lady act. She was far more surprised when Granny drew level. But Granny had more to run away from.her knees as the elves approached.“Oh, deary me, oh spare my life, I am but a poor old woman and skinny also,” she said. “Oh spare my life, young sir. Oh lawks.”She curled up, sobbing. Diamanda looked at her in astonishment, not least at how anyone could expect to get away with something like that.115Terry PratchettElves had been away from humans for a long time. The first elf reached her, hauled her up by her shoulder, and got a doubled-handed, bony-knuckled punch
Well, that’s about it, then,” said Granny Weatherwax, as the warriors approached. She dropped her voice.
“When the time comes,” she said, “run.”
“What time?”
“You’ll know.”
Granny fell to in an area that Nanny Ogg would be surprised that Esme Weatherwax even knew about.
Diamanda was already running. Granny’s elbow caught the other elf in the chest as she set off after her.
Behind her, she heard the merry laughter of the elves.
Diamanda had been surprised at Granny’s old lady act. She was far more surprised when Granny drew level. But Granny had more to run away from.her knees as the elves approached.“Oh, deary me, oh spare my life, I am but a poor old woman and skinny also,” she said. “Oh spare my life, young sir. Oh lawks.”She curled up, sobbing. Diamanda looked at her in astonishment, not least at how anyone could expect to get away with something like that.115Terry PratchettElves had been away from humans for a long time. The first elf reached her, hauled her up by her shoulder, and got a doubled-handed, bony-knuckled punch
Monday, April 20, 2009
Leroy Neiman Roulette II
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Weren’t my fault. Mum! How could I stop ‘em?”
Nanny sat back in the chair, smiling happily
“What them would these be, my son?”
“That young Diamanda and that Perdita and that girl with the red hair from over in Bad Ass and them others. I says to old Peason, I says you’d have something to say, I tole ‘em Mistress Weatherwax’d get her knic—would defi-nitely be sarcastic when she found out,” said Jason. “But they just laughs. They said they could teach ‘emselves witching.”
Nanny nodded. gone.”
“Ah.”
Nanny Ogg lit her pipe from the forge. Floppy hat and black nails and education. Oh, dear.
“How many of these gels are there, then?” she said.
“Bout half a dozen. But they’m good at it. Mum.”
“Yeah?”Actually, they were quite right. You could teach yourself witchcraft. But both the teacher and the pupil had to be the right kind of person.“Diamanda?” she said. “Don’t recall the name.”“Really she’s Lucy Tockley,” said Jason. “She says Diamanda is more .. . more witchy.”“Ah. The one that wears the big floppy felt hat?”“Yes, Mum.”“She’s the one that paints her nails black, too?”“Yes, Mum.”“Old Tockley sent her off to school, didn’t he?”“Yes, Mum. She came back while you was
Weren’t my fault. Mum! How could I stop ‘em?”
Nanny sat back in the chair, smiling happily
“What them would these be, my son?”
“That young Diamanda and that Perdita and that girl with the red hair from over in Bad Ass and them others. I says to old Peason, I says you’d have something to say, I tole ‘em Mistress Weatherwax’d get her knic—would defi-nitely be sarcastic when she found out,” said Jason. “But they just laughs. They said they could teach ‘emselves witching.”
Nanny nodded. gone.”
“Ah.”
Nanny Ogg lit her pipe from the forge. Floppy hat and black nails and education. Oh, dear.
“How many of these gels are there, then?” she said.
“Bout half a dozen. But they’m good at it. Mum.”
“Yeah?”Actually, they were quite right. You could teach yourself witchcraft. But both the teacher and the pupil had to be the right kind of person.“Diamanda?” she said. “Don’t recall the name.”“Really she’s Lucy Tockley,” said Jason. “She says Diamanda is more .. . more witchy.”“Ah. The one that wears the big floppy felt hat?”“Yes, Mum.”“She’s the one that paints her nails black, too?”“Yes, Mum.”“Old Tockley sent her off to school, didn’t he?”“Yes, Mum. She came back while you was
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