There were few enough people that Marian has lost since being here. In her life there have been too many, many of those before she can remember. Her mother, for instance, before she was even weaned. It is not that death was unusual in her time. There were sicknesses that took some, childbirth, poverty, crusades and wars. All of them reasons ( Read more... )

The sun did not shine ( Read more... )

Vimes hated clues. He always had. Fiddly little things they were, that didn't tell you anything as often as not. It wasn't like in those bloody movies Austin made him watch, there was no "oh, yes sir, the indentation of this footprint indicates a male suspect, a little overweight, quite jolly except for the killing people part." And even if it had ( Read more... )

He was going to kill Ziegler.

Well, Vimes amended to himself as he rocked back in his chair at the IPD desk, if he ever got off this godsforsaken island, figured out how to get to Earth, and found out where the hell Washington was, anyway, then he'd kill him.

And then I'm going to make him come back here. Lucky bastard.It was an already familiar ( Read more... )

A religious zealot Shawn is not, but he’s not a complete idiot either; he knows better than to turn a blind eye on the obvious, ignoring signs that even the great Stevie Wonder would look at and say, 'yep, that is definitely a sign, my man'. In his head, Shawn and Stevie are like THISIt helped more than a little when said ‘sign’ was an actual, ( Read more... )

There were many things Marian should have been doing that day in the office. With the change from forest to jungle patrols had become more difficult. The number of wild animals about had made things much more of a danger, and the temples that had appeared seemed to be filled with traps and other dangers. There were reports, piles of them, that ( Read more... )

Banky Edwards sat at the main desk in the IPD office, busy as all hell ( Read more... )

One thing Ray could say with nearly absolute certainty about Gus Knickel: he wasn't going to get knocked up. The same couldn't be said for the rest of their desk staff, as they kept demonstrating to him. Not that he begrudged them their kids or anything, not most of the time, just when he was the one stuck covering desk duty because they didn't ( Read more... )

Vimes was not happy. Of course he was not happy. It would have been entirely inappropriate for him to be happy. People were getting hurt. Some... thing was attacking the citizens of Tabula Rasa. Something very suspiciously vampire-like at that, and Vimes Did Not Like that sort of thing ( Read more... )

If in doubt, turn to filing. Gus was sitting on the floor behind the IPD desk with his legs crossed, surrounded by loosely piled papers. Back on Solomon Gundy, his desk had been a nightmare, land contracts and letters and half finished essays and half read newspapers. When he was doing his desk shifts in the office, Gus at least tried to impose ( Read more... )