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Commas and ampersands
It was May. Not only was it May, but William thought of it as May, which spoke to just how long he'd been there ( Read more... ) -
Worde on the street.
For all that dramatic events weren't as common as they were in a city the size of Ankh-Morpork, William had to give the island credit; it seldom dealt in small potatoes, or when it did, they were so small you just left them in the ground to grow ( Read more... ) -
Dog Doesn't Bite Man. Hopefully.
The thing about pieces of paper was that it was a bad idea to try and take them home with you, especially when you tended to the organizational system William did.*
Which was probably the downside to the laptop. All the information was inside it, so he could bring it home and work sitting in a chair on the porch ( Read more... ) -
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It occurred to William as he left the compound that he didn't actually have that specific an idea what Rupert did with his days. Oh, there was bound to be some flirting and possibly generalized rough-housing of some variety, but he had no idea who he did it with, or where ( Read more... ) -
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William had something of a soft spot for winter, or at least for inexplicable island weather of this variety ( Read more... ) -
most people don't have to do this twice.
As parties went, it had been mostly unremarkable on the larger scale; another of the large gatherings that took place from time to time, notable mostly because it was Festivity in the Face of Fear or some such ( Read more... ) -
aftermath
This was not a bus. Nor was it the Times office. From what William could recall in the dimly accessible vestiges of memory, these were the most likely places to have woken up, and it was mildly confusing when his surrounds proved to be neither ( Read more... ) -
Fear.
Someone was being cleverIt was coming true. All of the visions, the terrors, they were happening for real. It didn't take a rocket scientist - or an absent technical genius from the Pegasus Galaxy - to figure it out ( Read more... )