William had a very advanced, very capable digital press in the printery, the layouts for which could be done entirely on the computer and required no hunting and pecking to set up ( Read more... )

William did not immediately note anything amiss upon waking; he woke, as he usually did, before dawn, and since even the earliest riser is not at their best at an hour so early sundials aren't working yet, he didn't note that he was closer to the middle of the bed than usual, Maladicta having rolled further to the side ( Read more... )

Even with an election edition looming, there still wasn't the volume of work William was used to. He'd hammered out most of the articles he was writing personally, the layout was mostly done, he'd made a few replacement Ks*, and apart from yelling at his reporters, he could relax a little ( Read more... )

The earthquake had been somewhat interesting; William had felt almost as if he was playing some sort of game where you had a list of things and ticked them off as they arrived. This particular list was of natural disasters ( Read more... )

The paper was done, the paper was out, the press was fed ( Read more... )

William was still adjusting to this new... business was entirely the wrong word. So was affair, and arrangement sounded too composed, too academic.

Whatever the word, he still hadn't quite taken it all in. New ramifications kept occurring to him. The sheer fact of it kept occurring to him, making him stop in his tracks and do a double-take with ( Read more... )

From here.

That was all the encouragement he needed, really, to take his hands away and ver quickly shuck his shirt. Briefly, because that meant he could have his hands on her again, pulling her own shirt up as he resumed kissing her, hard enough that it came close to tipping the both of them over.

Five days. Not quite a working week1, but close to. Too long, at any rate.

He hadn't seen Maladicta, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not; seeing her would have made things harder, true, but on the other hand... he didn't like not seeing Maladicta. Simply being deprived of the simple sight of her - let alone her actual company - it ( Read more... )

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Staying late at the Times office made William feel a touch conflicted; on the one hand, it was almost like old times,1 back in Ankh-Morpork, working into the evening on an edition ( Read more... )