“Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold…
People don’t alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.
He had read somewhere in the scrolls that they owed him fealty, whatever that was. It sounded like a kind of porridge.
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You’ll be fine, my lady. You are stronger than you think.
And the silence will fall.
It is a well-known fact that warriors and wizards do not get along, because one side considers the other side to be a collection of bloodthirsty idiots who can’t walk and think at the same time, while the other side is naturally suspicious of a body of men who mumble a lot and wear long dresses.
m o r e, give me more, give me more.
[The druid], to Rincewind’s mild surprise, was quite young; he supposed here had to be such things as young druids, theoretically, it was just that he had never imagined them.
There is no life in the void. Only death.