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sketches of strange mechanical devices alongside it, and a couple of the little six-pipe things. The whole drawing looked like a up all over the place, or it'd be destroyed. It wouldn't end up in the Assassins' museum. What got put in museums?
Things that hadn't worked, or had got lost, or ought to be remembered . . . so where's the sense in putting our firework on show?
There had been a lot of locks on the door. So . . . not a museum you just wandered into, then. Maybe you had to be a high-up Assassin, and one day one of the Guild leaders'd doodle. Someone, possibly this Leonard, had been reading a book about fireworks and had scribbled in the margins.Fireworks.Well. . . fireworks? But fireworks weren't a weapon. Crackers went bang. Rockets went up, more or less, but all you could be sure of them hitting was the sky.Hammerhock was noted for his skill with mechanisms. That wasn't a major dwarfish attribute. People thought it was, but it wasn't. They were skilled with metal all right, and they made good swords and jewellery, but they weren't too technical when it came to things like cogwheels and springs. Hammerhock was unusual.So. . .Supposing there was a weapon. Supposing there was something about it that was different, strange, terrifying.No, that couldn't be it. It'd either end
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Henri Rousseau Sleeping Gypsy
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unclasped his hands from his head and rolled over.
'What'd you do that for, captain?' said Carrot. 'I wasn't—'
'It was attacking a dragon!' shouted Vimes. 'One that wouldn't back down!'
He pulled himself to his knees and tapped Carrot's breast-plate.
'You polish that up real bright!' he said. 'You can see yourself in it. So can anything else!'
'Oh, yes, of course horror.
'Gosh,' he said.
Sergeant Colon surveyed the butts. Then he removed his helmet and wiped his forehead.
'I think perhaps Lance-Constable Angua shouldn't have another go with the longbow until we've worked out how to stop her . . . her getting in the way.'there's that,' said Lady Sybil. 'Everyone knows you should keep dragons away from mirrors—''Mirrors,' said Carrot. 'Hey, there were bits of—''Yes. He showed Chubby a mirror,' said Vimes.'The poor little thing must have been trying to make himself bigger than himself,' said Carrot.'We're dealing here,' said Vimes, 'with a twisted mind.''Oh, no! You think so?''Yes.''But . . . no . . . you can't be right. Because Nobby was with us all the time.''Not Nobby,' said Vimes testily. 'Whatever he might do to a dragon, I doubt if he'd make it explode. There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad.'Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued
unclasped his hands from his head and rolled over.
'What'd you do that for, captain?' said Carrot. 'I wasn't—'
'It was attacking a dragon!' shouted Vimes. 'One that wouldn't back down!'
He pulled himself to his knees and tapped Carrot's breast-plate.
'You polish that up real bright!' he said. 'You can see yourself in it. So can anything else!'
'Oh, yes, of course horror.
'Gosh,' he said.
Sergeant Colon surveyed the butts. Then he removed his helmet and wiped his forehead.
'I think perhaps Lance-Constable Angua shouldn't have another go with the longbow until we've worked out how to stop her . . . her getting in the way.'there's that,' said Lady Sybil. 'Everyone knows you should keep dragons away from mirrors—''Mirrors,' said Carrot. 'Hey, there were bits of—''Yes. He showed Chubby a mirror,' said Vimes.'The poor little thing must have been trying to make himself bigger than himself,' said Carrot.'We're dealing here,' said Vimes, 'with a twisted mind.''Oh, no! You think so?''Yes.''But . . . no . . . you can't be right. Because Nobby was with us all the time.''Not Nobby,' said Vimes testily. 'Whatever he might do to a dragon, I doubt if he'd make it explode. There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad.'Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Salvador Dali Argus
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'You, sir . . . Lord Monflathers! The first Duke led six hundred men to a glorious and epic de-feat at the Battle of Quirm! Does that mean n-othing? And you, Lord Venturii, and you, Sir George . . . sitting in Ankh in your old houses with your old namesand all that,' said Viscount Skater. 'Ladies in pointy hats. Chappies in armour bashin' one another and whatnot. But, y'know, we have to move with the times—'
'It was a golden age,' said Edward.
My god, thought Lord Rust. He actually does believe it.
'You see, dear boy,' said Lady Selachii, 'a few chance likenesses and a piece of jewellery – that doesn't really and your old money, while Guilds – Guilds] Ragtags of tradesmen and merchants! – Guilds, I say, have a voice in the r-unning of the city!'He reached a bookshelf in two strides and threw a huge leather-bound book on the table, where it upset Lord Rust's glass.'Twurp's P-eerage,' he shouted. 'We all have pages in there! We own it. But this man has you mesmerized! I assure you he is flesh and blood, a mere mortal! No-one dares remove him because they th-ink it will make things a little worse for themselves! Ye g-ods!'His audience looked glum. It was all true, of course. . . if you put it that way. And it didn't sound any better coming from a wild-eyed, pompous young man.'Yes, yes, the good old days. Towerin' spires and pennants and chivalry
'You, sir . . . Lord Monflathers! The first Duke led six hundred men to a glorious and epic de-feat at the Battle of Quirm! Does that mean n-othing? And you, Lord Venturii, and you, Sir George . . . sitting in Ankh in your old houses with your old namesand all that,' said Viscount Skater. 'Ladies in pointy hats. Chappies in armour bashin' one another and whatnot. But, y'know, we have to move with the times—'
'It was a golden age,' said Edward.
My god, thought Lord Rust. He actually does believe it.
'You see, dear boy,' said Lady Selachii, 'a few chance likenesses and a piece of jewellery – that doesn't really and your old money, while Guilds – Guilds] Ragtags of tradesmen and merchants! – Guilds, I say, have a voice in the r-unning of the city!'He reached a bookshelf in two strides and threw a huge leather-bound book on the table, where it upset Lord Rust's glass.'Twurp's P-eerage,' he shouted. 'We all have pages in there! We own it. But this man has you mesmerized! I assure you he is flesh and blood, a mere mortal! No-one dares remove him because they th-ink it will make things a little worse for themselves! Ye g-ods!'His audience looked glum. It was all true, of course. . . if you put it that way. And it didn't sound any better coming from a wild-eyed, pompous young man.'Yes, yes, the good old days. Towerin' spires and pennants and chivalry
Friday, April 24, 2009
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don’t talk about this one.”
“And you want to go into it?”
“Yes.”
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“You want to find elves?”
“That’s right. Now, are you going to stand here all night, or are you going to crowbar that stone?” She gave him a nudge. “There’s gold down there, you know.”
“Oh, yes, thanks under the stone and pulled on it with dwarfish strength. After a moment’s resistance the stone swung up.
There were steps below, thick with earth and old roots.
Nanny started down them without a look back, and then realized that the dwarf wasn’t following.
“What’s the matter?”very much,” said Casanunda sarcasti-cally. “That’s speciesist, that is. Just because I am ... verti-cally disadvantaged, you’re trying to get round me with gold, yes? Dwarfs are just a lot of appetites on legs, that’s what you think. Hah!”Nanny sighed.“Oh, all right,” she said. “Tell you what. . . when we get back home, I’ll bake you some proper dwarf bread, how about that?”Casanunda’s face split into a disbelieving grin.“Real dwarf bread?”“Yes. I reckon I’ve still got the recipe, and anyway it’s been weeks since I emptied out the cat box.”“Well, all right—.”Casanunda rammed one end of the crowbar
“Never liked dark and enclosed spaces much.”
don’t talk about this one.”
“And you want to go into it?”
“Yes.”
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“You want to find elves?”
“That’s right. Now, are you going to stand here all night, or are you going to crowbar that stone?” She gave him a nudge. “There’s gold down there, you know.”
“Oh, yes, thanks under the stone and pulled on it with dwarfish strength. After a moment’s resistance the stone swung up.
There were steps below, thick with earth and old roots.
Nanny started down them without a look back, and then realized that the dwarf wasn’t following.
“What’s the matter?”very much,” said Casanunda sarcasti-cally. “That’s speciesist, that is. Just because I am ... verti-cally disadvantaged, you’re trying to get round me with gold, yes? Dwarfs are just a lot of appetites on legs, that’s what you think. Hah!”Nanny sighed.“Oh, all right,” she said. “Tell you what. . . when we get back home, I’ll bake you some proper dwarf bread, how about that?”Casanunda’s face split into a disbelieving grin.“Real dwarf bread?”“Yes. I reckon I’ve still got the recipe, and anyway it’s been weeks since I emptied out the cat box.”“Well, all right—.”Casanunda rammed one end of the crowbar
“Never liked dark and enclosed spaces much.”
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Thomas Kinkade La Jolla Cove
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younger then. Now, once is enough.” Granny’s boots creaked as she turned and started to walk quickly back toward the town. Ridcully lumbered after her.
“What’s the hurry?”
“Got important things to do,” said Granny, without turn-ing around. “Been letting everyone down.” “Some people might say this is important.” “No. It’s just personal. Personal’s not the same as impor-tant. People just think it is.”
Terry Pratchettand drunkenness, would I?”
Ridcully looked bewildered.
“What womanizing?”
“We’re talking about what might have been.”
“But I’m a wizard! We hardly ever womanize. There’s laws about it. Well. . . rules. Guidelines, anyway.”
“But you wouldn’t have been a wizard then.”“You’re doing it again!”“What?”“I don’t know what the other future would have been like,” said Ridcully, “but I for one would have liked to give it a try.”Granny paused. Her mind was crackling with relief. Should she tell him about the memories? She opened her mouth to do so, and then thought again. No. He’d get soppy.“I’d have been crabby and bad-tempered,” she said, instead.“That goes without saying.”“Hah! And what about you? I’d have put up with all your womanizing
younger then. Now, once is enough.” Granny’s boots creaked as she turned and started to walk quickly back toward the town. Ridcully lumbered after her.
“What’s the hurry?”
“Got important things to do,” said Granny, without turn-ing around. “Been letting everyone down.” “Some people might say this is important.” “No. It’s just personal. Personal’s not the same as impor-tant. People just think it is.”
Terry Pratchettand drunkenness, would I?”
Ridcully looked bewildered.
“What womanizing?”
“We’re talking about what might have been.”
“But I’m a wizard! We hardly ever womanize. There’s laws about it. Well. . . rules. Guidelines, anyway.”
“But you wouldn’t have been a wizard then.”“You’re doing it again!”“What?”“I don’t know what the other future would have been like,” said Ridcully, “but I for one would have liked to give it a try.”Granny paused. Her mind was crackling with relief. Should she tell him about the memories? She opened her mouth to do so, and then thought again. No. He’d get soppy.“I’d have been crabby and bad-tempered,” she said, instead.“That goes without saying.”“Hah! And what about you? I’d have put up with all your womanizing
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Cao Yong Catalina
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Out cold,” she said. “Off playing with the fairies.”
She picked the girl “Well, do you know how to cure her?”
“Me? No!”
“Right! Me neither. But I know someone who might know,” she said. “And we can shove him in the dungeons for now. Lots of iron bars down there. That should keep him quiet.”up. “Come on. I’ll carry her, you bring Mr. Tinkerbell.”“That was brave of you, carrying her over your shoul-der,” said Nanny. “With them elves firing arrows, too.”“And it meant less chance of one hitting me, too,” said Granny.Nanny Ogg was shocked.“What? You never thought that, did you?”“Well, she’d been hit already. If I’d been hit too, neither of us’d get out,” said Granny, simply.“But that’s—that’s a bit heartless, Esme.”“Heartless it may be, but headless it ain’t. I’ve never claimed to be nice, just to be sensible. No need to look like that. Now, are you coming or are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day?”Nanny closed her mouth, and then opened it again to say:“What’re you going to do?”
Out cold,” she said. “Off playing with the fairies.”
She picked the girl “Well, do you know how to cure her?”
“Me? No!”
“Right! Me neither. But I know someone who might know,” she said. “And we can shove him in the dungeons for now. Lots of iron bars down there. That should keep him quiet.”up. “Come on. I’ll carry her, you bring Mr. Tinkerbell.”“That was brave of you, carrying her over your shoul-der,” said Nanny. “With them elves firing arrows, too.”“And it meant less chance of one hitting me, too,” said Granny.Nanny Ogg was shocked.“What? You never thought that, did you?”“Well, she’d been hit already. If I’d been hit too, neither of us’d get out,” said Granny, simply.“But that’s—that’s a bit heartless, Esme.”“Heartless it may be, but headless it ain’t. I’ve never claimed to be nice, just to be sensible. No need to look like that. Now, are you coming or are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day?”Nanny closed her mouth, and then opened it again to say:“What’re you going to do?”
Monday, April 20, 2009
Pino DAYDREAM
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off. Store doing all right, is it?”
Lancre’s only storekeeper gave her the look a three-legged mouse gives an athletic cat. Nevertheless, he tried.
“Oh, terrible bad, terrible bad business is right now, Mrs. Ogg.”
“Same as normal, eh?”
Mr. Quarney’s expression was pleading. He knew he wasn’t going to get out without something, he just wanted to know what it was.
“Well, now,” come amiss, eh? And she’ll probably want extra help come harvest. I knows I can depend on you all. Now, off you go ...”
They ran for it, leaving Nanny Ogg standing triumphantly in the doorway.
Jason Ogg looked at her hopelessly, a fifteen-stone man reduced to a four-year-old boy.said Nanny, “you know the widow Scrope, lives over in Slice?”Quarney’s mouth opened.“She’s not a widow,” he said. “She—““Bet you half a dollar?” said Nanny.Quarney’s mouth stayed open, and around it the rest of his face recomposed itself in an expression of fascinated horror.“So she’s to be allowed credit, right, until she gets the farm on its feet,” said Nanny, in the silence. Quamey nod-ded mutely.48LOR06 ftttQ LftQ/£6“That goes for the rest of you men listening outside the door,” said Nanny, raising her voice. “Dropping a cut of meat on her doorstep once a week wouldn’t
off. Store doing all right, is it?”
Lancre’s only storekeeper gave her the look a three-legged mouse gives an athletic cat. Nevertheless, he tried.
“Oh, terrible bad, terrible bad business is right now, Mrs. Ogg.”
“Same as normal, eh?”
Mr. Quarney’s expression was pleading. He knew he wasn’t going to get out without something, he just wanted to know what it was.
“Well, now,” come amiss, eh? And she’ll probably want extra help come harvest. I knows I can depend on you all. Now, off you go ...”
They ran for it, leaving Nanny Ogg standing triumphantly in the doorway.
Jason Ogg looked at her hopelessly, a fifteen-stone man reduced to a four-year-old boy.said Nanny, “you know the widow Scrope, lives over in Slice?”Quarney’s mouth opened.“She’s not a widow,” he said. “She—““Bet you half a dollar?” said Nanny.Quarney’s mouth stayed open, and around it the rest of his face recomposed itself in an expression of fascinated horror.“So she’s to be allowed credit, right, until she gets the farm on its feet,” said Nanny, in the silence. Quamey nod-ded mutely.48LOR06 ftttQ LftQ/£6“That goes for the rest of you men listening outside the door,” said Nanny, raising her voice. “Dropping a cut of meat on her doorstep once a week wouldn’t
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