Because, because she was yours, all you had, even in her gutters . . .ĭamp darkness shrouded the venerable buildings of Unseen University, premier college of wizardry. Only thing you were sure of, you couldn’t let her go. And then you hated her and, and just when you thought you’d got her, it, out of your, your, whatever, then she opened her great booming rotten heart to you, caught you off bal, bal, bal, thing.
Strung you along, let you fall in thingy, love, with her, then kicked you inna, inna, thingy. And so on.Īnd drunken Captain Vimes of the Night Watch staggered slowly down the street, folded gently into the gutter outside the Watch House and lay there while, above him, strange letters made of light sizzled in the damp and changed color . . . Under night’s damp cloak assassins assassinated, thieves thieved, hussies hustled. Rats of various species went about their nocturnal occasions. A thin drizzle dripped from the gray sky and punctuated the river mist that coiled among the streets. In another space entirely, it was early morning in Ankh-Morpork oldest and greatest and grubbiest of cities. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly and proud and arrogant.Īnd presumably, somewhere, there’s the key. Not a cubic inch there but is filled by a claw, a talon, a scale, the tip of a tail, so the effect is like one of those trick drawings and your eyeballs eventually realize that the space between each dragon is, in fact, another dragon. Possibly the word we’re looking for here is . . .Īnd although the space they occupy isn’t like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. Not waiting, because waiting implies expectation.
But that's all about to change.Not dead, not asleep. But when even the Watch have trouble telling Right from Wrong, you know that Law and Order ain't what it used to be. But magic in the hands of amateurs is a dangerous thing.The City Watch is the last line of defense against such unnatural goings-on. The Have-Nots want some of their own magic. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again. The eighth Discworld novelAn aura of mean-minded resentfulness is thick in the streets of Ankh-Morpork. Read Or Download Guards! Guards! (Discworld #8) By Terry Pratchett Full Pages.
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