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Molly put her hand to her mouth, risking instant poisoning.
'Assassination?'
Carrot shook his head. 'That doesn't sound right. They like to do it up dose. It's a caring profession,' he added, bitterly.
'What should I do?'
'Burying the poor thing would be a good start.' Carrot turned the metal slug over in his fingers. Then he sniffed it.
'Fireworks,' he 'But if we're going to have to make the best of it, there'd better be some changes, OK?'
'Like what?'
'Like it's ridiculous you not even being able to count. I know trolls can said.'Yes,' said Angua.'And what are you going to do?' said Queen Molly.'You're Watchmen, aren't you? What's happening? What are you going to do about it?' Cuddy and Detritus were proceeding along Phedre Road. It was lined with tanneries and brick kilns and timber yards and was not generally considered a beauty spot which was why, Cuddy suspected, they'd been given it to patrol 'to get to know the city'. It got them out of the way. Sergeant Colon thought they made the place look untidy.There was no sound but the clink of his boots and the thump of Detritus' knuckles on the ground.Finally, Cuddy said: 'I just want you to know that I don't like being teamed up with you any more than you like being teamed up with me.''Right!'

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and the presence of city guards tended to discourage other drinkers. But Mr Cheese, the owner, wasn't too worried about this. No-one . They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.
Mr Cheese, who knew coppers, wordlessly refilled the glasses and Detritus' insulated mug.
They stared at the drinks. They drank the drinks.
'You know,' said Colon, after a while, 'what gets me, what really gets me, is they just dumped him in the water. I mean, not even weights. Just dumped him. Like it didn't matter if he was found. You know what I mean?'
'What gets me,' said Cuddy, 'is that he was a dwarf.'drinks like a copper who has seen too much to stay sober.Carrot counted out his change on the counter.'That's three beers, one milk, one molten sulphur on coke with phosphoric acid—''With umbrella in it,' said Detritus.'—and A Slow Comfortable Double-Entendre with lemonade.''With a fruit salad in it,' said Nobby.'Woof?''And some beer in a bowl,' said Angua.'That little dog seems to have taken quite a shine to you,' said Carrot.'Yes,' said Angua. 'I can't think why.'The drinks were put in front of them

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She'd masteredNobbs to whom you refer . . .'
'It's human? He's got a face like a join-the-dots puzzle!'
'He does have a very good collection of boils, poor man. He does tricks with them. Just never get between him and a mirror.'
Not many people were on the streets. It was too hot, even for an Ankh-Morpork summer. Heat radiated from every surface. The river slunk sullenly in the bottom of its bed, like a student around 11 a.m. People with no pressing business 'proceeding', too. It's a special walk devised by beat officers throughout the multiverse – a gentle lifting of the instep, a careful swing of the leg, a walking pace that can be kept up hour after hour, street after street. Lance-Constable Detritus wasn't going to be ready to learn 'proceeding' for some time, or at least until he stopped knocking himself out every time he saluted.'Sergeant Colon,' said Angua. 'He was the fat one, yes?''That's right.''Why has he got a pet monkey?''Ah,' said Carrot. 'I think it is Corporal

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they were torturing to draw closer in the light of the burning buildings...
“’With a about Gathering Peasecods? We might as well get some practice in, since we’re here ...”
“There’s some people up ahead,” said Tailor, as he skipped past, “I can see torches an’ that.”
“Human, two, three, or more elves?”
“Dunno!”
Jason spun and danced back.
“Is that you, our Jason?”
Jason cackled as the voice echoed among the dripping trees.
“It’s our mam! And our Shawn. And—and lots of people!
We’ve made it, lads!”
“Jason,” said Carter.WACK foladiddle-di-do, sing too-rah-li-ay!’”Six sticks did their work, right on the beat.“Where’re we goin’, Jason?”“I reckon we’ve gone down Slippery Hollow and’re cir-cling back toward the town,” said Jason, hopping past Baker. “Keep goin’. Carter!”“The rain’s got in the keys, Jason!”“Don’t matter! They don’t know the difference! It’s good enough for folk music!”“I think I broke my stick on that last one, Jason!”“Just you keep dancing, Tinker! Now, lads . . . how277Terry Pratehett
“Yes?”

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we do when we come to the bridge?”
“You can still swim, can’t you?”
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“The river’s a long way down.”
“But there’s a deep pool there. Don’t you remember?
You dived in there once. One moonlit night...”
“I was young and foolish then.”
“Well? You’re old and halfway across the bridge—“
“Lot of snow runoff in that river,” said Ridcully, doubtfully
“Oh, yes,” said Granny “See you at the weir.”
And she was gone.
The unicorn, which had been trying to decide between targets, was left with Ridcully.foolish now.”“I thought unicorns were more ... fluffy.”“See clear! Don’t let the glamour get you! See what’s in front of your eyes! It’s a damn great horse with a horn on the end!” said Granny.The unicorn pawed the ground.Granny’s feet scraped the bridge.“Got here by accident, can’t get back,” she said. “IFnthere’d been one of us it’d be charging by now. We’re about

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Wizards aren’t allowed to use magic against civilians except
in genuine life-threatening situa—“
There was a burst of octarine light.
“Actually, it’s not a rule,” said Ridcully. “It’s more a guideline.” He turned to Ponder Stibbons. “Interestin’ use of off in a couple of hours.”
“And I’m owed a horse,” said Casanunda.
The bandits paid up, reluctantly handing over money to Ponder and reluctantly but very quickly handing over money to the Librarian.
“There’s almost three hundred dollars, sir,” said Ponder.
“And a horse, remember. In fact, there were two horses.
I’d forgotten about the other horse until now.”Stacklady’s Morphic Resonator here, I hope you noticed.”Ponder looked down.The chieftain had been turned into a pumpkin although, in accordance with the rules of universal humor, he still had his hat on.“And now,” said Ridcully, “I’d be obliged if all you fel-lows hidin’ behind the rocks and things would just step out where I can see you. Very good. Mr. Stibbons, you and the Librarian just pass around with the hat, please.”“But this is robbery!” said the coachman. “And you’ve turned him into a fruit!”“A vegetable,” said Ridcully “Anyway, it’ll wear

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color of your kidneys and incidentally I’m walking through it behind you, so if you’re trying for the Mr. Clever Award just remember who’s going through it first.’”
“No, no, no!”
“Sounds logical to me,” said Ridcully “Very good thinking.”
“But you haven’t got a weapon!”
“Yes I have. I wrested it from the guard while he was considering the question,” said Casanunda.
“Clever,” , then?”
“There aren’t any! I mean, there aren’t any, Archchancellor. Parallel universes, I said. Universes where things didn’t happen like—“ He hesitated. “Well, you know that girl?”
“What girl?”
“The girl you wanted to marry?”
“How’d you know that?”
“You were talking about her just after lunch.”
“Was I? More fool me. Well, what about her?”
“Well... in a way, you did marry her,” said Ponder.
Ridcully shook his head. “Nope. Pretty certain I didn’t.
You remember that sort of thing.”said Ridcully. “Now that, Mr. Stibbons, is logi-cal thought. You could leam a lot from this man—““—dwarf—““—sorry, dwarf. He doesn’t go on about parasite univers-es all the time.”“Parallel!” snapped Ponder, who had developed a very strong suspicion that Ridcully was getting it wrong on purpose.92LQRQS fiNQ Lft0f£6“Which ones are the parasite ones
“Ah, but not in this universe—“
The Librarian

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When’s the happy event?” said Granny Weatherwax, icily.
“Two weeks’ time,” said Magrat. “Midsummer Day.”
“Bad choice, bad choice,” said Nanny Ogg. “Shortest
night o’ the year—“
“Gytha Ogg!”
“And you’ll be my subjects,” said Magrat, ignoring this.
“And you’ll castle dungeons, which in any case had never been its most notable feature, were now totally unused. Verence II was the most amiable monarch in the history of Lancre. His subjects regarded him with the sort of good-natured contempt that is the fate of all those who work quietly and conscientiously for the public good. Besides, Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it’d save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.
“Queen Magrat, eh?” said Nanny Ogg, trying to lightenhave to curtsy and everything!”24LOR06 ftlYD ift0f£6She knew as soon as she said it that it was stupid, but anger drove her on.Granny Weatherwax’s eyes narrowed.“Hmm,” she said. “We will, will we?”“Yes, and if you don’t,” said Magrat, “you can get thrown in prison.”“My word,” said Granny. “Deary deary me. I wouldn’t like that. I wouldn’t like that at all.”All three of them knew that the
the atmosphere a bit. “Cor. Well, the old castle could do

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shouting, mister! There's guards around!"
Urn let the water gush for a moment as he struggled out of his robe, and then he rammed the sodden material into the pipe. It shot out again with some force and slapped wetly against the lead funnel, sliding down until it blocked the tube that led to the "Well, it's the seating, innit," he said. "You've got shocking seepage around the seating. Amazing it holds together."
The man stepped into the room. He glared uncer­tainly at Urn for a moment and then turned his atten­tion to the gushing pipe. And then back to Urn.
"But you're not-” he began.
He spun around as Fergmen hit the guard hard with a leweights. The water piled up behind it and then spilled over on to the floor.Urn glanced at the weight. It hadn't begun to move.He relaxed slightly. Now, provided there was still enough water to make the weight drop . . ."Both of you-stand still."He looked around, his mind going numb.There was a heavy-set man in a black robe standing in the stricken doorway. Behind him, a guard held a sword in a meaningful manner."Who are you? Why are you here?"Urn hesitated for only a moment.He gestured with his spanner.

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fumbled inside his breastplate.
"We copied it out," said Simony. "One copy! That's all we had! But it's been passed around. Some of us who could read, read it to the others! It makes so much sense!"
"Er . . ." said Didactylos. "What?"
Simony waved his hands in excitement. "Because we know it-I've been to places that-it's true! There is a Great Turtle. The .
"No! I can help, too! That's why I came. When I saw you in front of Vorbis I knew what I could do!"
"What can you do?" sneered Urn.
"I can save the Library."
"What? Put it on your back and run away?" sneered Simony.
"No. I don't mean that. How many scrolls are there?"
"About seven hundred," said Didactylos.turtle does move! We don't need gods!""Urn? No one's stripped the copper off the roof, have they?" said Didactylos."Don't think so.""Remind me not to talk to this chap outside, then.""You don't understand!" said Simony. "I can save you. You have friends in unexpected places. Come on. I'll just kill this priest . . ."He gripped his sword. Brutha backed away

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tortoise blinked its one eye. It remembered the heat of the sun, the helplessness, and a face watching it not with any cruelty but, worse, with interest. Someone watching something die just to see how long it took. He'd remember that face anywhere. And the mind behind it-that steel ball of a mind.
"But "Has it occurred to you, lad, that I might not be able to do that and be down here walking around with a shell on?"
"You could do anything you wanted to," said Brutha.
Om looked up at Brutha.
He really believes, he thought. He doesn't know how to lie.
The strength of Brutha's belief burned in him like a flame.suppose something went wrong," it insisted."I'm not any good at theology," said Brutha. "But the testament of Ossory is very clear on the matter. They must have done something, otherwise you in your wisdom would not direct the Quisition to them.""Would I?" said Om, still thinking of that face. "It's their fault they get tortured. Did I really say that?"" `We are judged in life as we are in death' . . . Ossory III, chapter VI, verse 56. My grandmother said that when people die they come before you, they have to cross a terrible desert and you weigh their heart in some scales," said Brutha. "And if it weighs less than a feather, they are spared the hells.""Goodness me," said the tortoise. And it added:

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It could be a messenger from the Great God himself," said the woman.
"It's a said the woman hotly. "The Great God hears every irreverent word you utter!"
"Hah!" from under the statue. And the man with the tray oiled forward a little further, saying, "Klatchian Delight? Honeyed wasps? Get them while they're cold!"
"It's a point, though," said the elderly man, in a kind of boring, unstoppable voice. "I mean, there's something very godly about an eagle. King of birds, am I right?"
"It's only a better-looking turkey," said the voice from under the statue. "Brain the size of a walnutbloody eagle is what it is," said a resigned voice from somewhere among the ornamental bronze homicide at the base of the statue."Dates? Figs? Sherbets? Holy relics? Nice fresh indulgences? Lizards? Onna stick?" said the man with the tray hopefully."I thought when He appeared in the world it was as a swan or a bull," said the wooden-legged man."Hah!" said the unregarded voice of the tortoise."Always wondered about that," said a young novice at the back of the crowd. "You know . . . well . . . swans? A bit . . . lacking in machismo, yes?""May you be stoned to death for blasphemy!"

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," said Brother Nhumrod, patting Brutha on the shoulder. "I'm sure you will see things clearer now."
Brutha felt that a specific reply was expected.
"Yes, master," he said. "I'm sure I shall."
"-shall. It is your holy duty to resist the voices at all times," said Nhumrod, still patting.
"Yes, master. I hear?" Nhumrod waved a finger of his nonpatting hand. A cheek puckered.
"Yes, master."
"What were you doing in the garden?"
"Hoeing the melons, master," said Brutha.
"Melons? Ah. Melons," said Nhumrod slowly.
"Melons. Melons. Well, that goes some way toward explaining things, of course."
An eyelid flickered madly.will. Especially if they tell me to do any of the things you mentioned.""-mentioned. Good. Good. And if you hear them again, what will you do? Mmm?""Come and tell you," said Brutha, dutifully."-tell you. Good. Good. That's what I like to hear," said Nhumrod. "That's what I tell all my boys. Remember that I'm always here to deal with any little problems that may be bothering you.""Yes, master. Shall I go back to the garden now?""-now. I think so. I think so. And no more voices, d'you

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gates hung open to the wind. Most of the build­ing looked half ruined by misses and ricochets. The tower of sourcery, far too high to be real, seemed to be unscathed. Not so the old Tower of Art. Half the magic aimed at the tower next door seemed to have rebounded on it. Parts of it had melted and started to run; some parts glowed, base of the tower towards the Library.
Towards where the Library had been.
There was the arch of the doorway, and most of the walls were still standing, but a lot of the roof had fallen in and everything was blackened by soot.
Rincewind stood and stared for a long time.
Then he dropped the carpet and ran, stumbling and sliding through the rubble that half-blocked the door­way. The stones were still warm underfoot. Here and there the wreckage of a bookcase still smouldered.some parts had crystallised, a few parts seemed to have twisted partly out of the normal three dimensions. It made you feel sorry even for stone that it should have to undergo such treatment. In fact nearly everything had happened to the tower except actual collapse. It looked so beaten that possibly even gravity had given up on it.Rincewind sighed, and padded around the
Anyone watching would have seen Rincewind dart backwards and forwards

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'Not on your life,' he said.
'I'm going tosweetly. 'Now, let's have a look at this thing.'
She pulled the lid off the round box in Rincewind's unprotesting hands, and lifted out the Archchancellor's hat.
The octarines around its crown blazed in all eight colours of the spectrum, creating the kind of effects in the foggy alley that it would take a very clever special effects director and a whole battery of star filters to achieve by any non-magical means. As she raised it high in take my clothes off.'Rincewind spun around, his face red. There was a rustling behind him, and a waft of scent. After a while she said, 'You can look round now.'He didn't.'You needn't worry. I've put some more on.'He opened his eyes. The girl was wearing a demure white lace dress with fetchingly puffed sleeves. He opened his mouth. He realised with absolute clarity that up to now the trouble he had been in was simple, modest and nothing he couldn't talk his way out of given a decent chance or, failing that, a running start. His brain started to send urgent messages to his sprinting muscles, but before they could get through she'd grabbed his arm again.'You really shouldn't be so nervous,' she said

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one Death: Azrael, the Great Attractor, the Death of Universes, the beginning and end of time.
Most of the universe is made up of dark matter, and only Azrael knows who it is.
Eyes so big that a supernova would be a mere suggestion of a gleam on the iris turned slowly and focused on the tiny figure on the immense whorled plains of his fingertips. Beside Azrael the big Clock hung in the centre of the entire web of the dimensions, and ticked onward. Stars glittered in Azrael’s eyes.
The Death of the Discworld stood up.
LORD, I ASK FOR -
Three of ALL THINGS THAT ARE. ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION. AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOME DAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN. FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS the servants of oblivion slid into existence alongside him.One said, Do not listen. He stands accused of meddling.One said, And morticide.One said, And pride. And living with intent to survive.One said, And ?~ding? with chaos against good order.Azrael raised an eyebrow.The servants drifted away from Death, expectantly. LORD, WE KNOW THERE IS NO GOOD ORDER EXCEPT THAT WHICH WE CREATE . . . Azrael’s expression did not change.THERE IS NO HOPE BUT US. THERE IS NO MERCY BUT US. THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS JUST US. The dark, sad face filled the sky.

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getting between him and real thought.
It’d grow inside the city, where it’s warm and protected. And then it’d break out, outside the city, and build . . . something, not a real city, a false city . . . that pulls the people, the life, out of the host . . . The word we’re looking for here is predator.
and folded his arms over his head. Someone grabbed the back of his robe and pulled him away as the trolleys crashed down.
‘Come on,’ said Ridcully. ‘If we run we can keep ahead of ‘em.’
‘I’m out of magic! I’m out of magic!’ moaned the Dean.
‘You’ll be out of a lot more if you don’t hurry, ‘ said the Archchancellor. The Dean stared at his staff in disbelief. He gave it a shake, and aimed it again.This time the sound would be spelled pfwt.He looked up. A curling wave of trolleys, rooftop high, was poised to fall on him. ‘Oh . . . shucks,’ he said,

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Will you hark at him,’ said Mrs Cake.
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‘Do tell him.’
It was Ludmilla’s voice - deep but, somehow, attractive. Lupine was watching her intently.
Windle smiled. That was one of the advantages about being dead. You spotted things the living ignored‘You tell the man,’ said Mrs Cake, when One-Man-Bucket seemed reluctant to answer. what trouble you talking about?‘Things unscrewing. Clothes running around by themselves. Everyone feeling more alive. That sort of thing.’ that? that’s nothilng. see, the life force leaks back where it can. you don’t need to worry about that. Windle put his hand over the glass.‘But there’s something I should be worrying about, isn’t

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Cock-a-doo . . . er.’
Bill Door stared at the roof of the barn.
‘Cock-a-doodle . . . er.’
Grey light loft and stepped out into the thin mist of dawn. The elderly chickens watched him cautiously as he peered into their house. An ancient and rather embarrassed-looking cockerel glared at him and shrugged.
There was a clanging noise from the direction of the house. An old iron barrel hoop was hanging by the door, and Miss Flitworth was hitting it vigorously with a ladle.
He stalked over to investigate.
WHAT FOR ARE YOU MAKING THE NOISE, MISS was filtering in between the cracks.Yet only moments ago there had been the red light of sunset!Six hours had vanished.Bill hauled out the timer. Yes. The level was definitely down. While he had been waiting to experience sleep, something had stolen part of his . . . of his life. He’d completely missed it, too - ‘Cock...cock-a...er...’He climbed down from the

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people who live outdoors but have to come inside sometimes, when it gets dark. It’s a room for harnesses and dogs, a room where oilskins are hung up to dry. There’s a beer barrel by the door. There are flagstones on the floor and, along the ceiling beams, hooks for bacon. There’s a scrubbed table that thirty hungry men could sit down at.
There are no men. There are no dogs. There is no beer.
There is no bacon.
There was silence after the knocking, and then the flap flap of slippers on flagstones. Eventually a skinny old sunlight appeared to consider this.
YES. it said, eventually.
‘I wouldn’t even know where to start you workin’, either. We haven’t had any proper help here for three years. I just hire the lazy goodfornothin’s from the village when I want ‘em.’woman with a face the colour and texture of a walnut peered around the door.‘Yes?’ she said.THE NOTICE SAID ‘MAN WANTED’.‘Did it? Did it? That’s been up there since before last winter!’I AM SORRY? YOU NEED NO HELP?The wrinkled face looked at him thoughtfully. The tall figure looming against the