( Chapter 9 )

( Points if you can guess who I based the face on! )

( Note: mid-change )

( Chapter 8 )

( Incompetence incarnate in cowardice )

Even through the curtains, the sunlight was a nuisance. Ann figured the better idea would be to wait until nightfall to see this “Stibbons”. Until then, she would do just what the card said.

She pondered the difference between normal magic and practical magic.

She pondered over the kind of mind that would send out business cards for a wizard.

She ( Read more... )

The Ankh-Morpork League of Temperance was based in what was probably once a not particularly appealing but nevertheless comfortably large building. Now it bore lavish decoration somewhere between the height of gothic décor and a cheap hotel, the sad product of a traditionalist Überwaldean vampire mind trying to be Human, for the given value of “ ( Read more... )

“Usual deal, then?”

Vimes stood up so as to be able to see the speaker further than just the helmet peak which protruded over the edge and the manicured hand which reached onto the surface in vague imitation of casually leaning on the desk.

“How d’you mean?”

“The case, sir,” Cheery sighed. “Catch the bast- perpetrator,” she corrected herself, “before ( Read more... )

Ann emerged into the foyer of the watch house unaccompanied. Angua stood up from her seat by the front desk and made for her briskly, causing her to stop and face her. Ann spoke before Angua could get a word in.

“Why didn’t you say you were with the watch?”

Angua was taken aback and left speechless.

“I could have told you everything and got it sorted ( Read more... )

Ann spent the rest of the time before the sun shuffled under the far horizon trying to make herself look human: she got hold of some of her mother’s old makeup which she had previously detested as, on her mother, it conjured beetroot cravings, but on skin gradually fading to white merely manifested as healthy. Once she’d satisfied herself that no ( Read more... )