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Night had swept in by the time he got round to Adora's townhouse, and it just took a few rocks thrown at the right window before it opened and she effortlessly ashed a cigarette into his eyes.
"This better not be one of those grand romantic gestures," she said, bored.
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He hadn’t trudged over to the Temple of Anoia with any clear purpose in mind, just the uneasy certainty that it was something the religiously inclined did when they’d made such a mess of their lives that appealing to divinity sounded better than walking into the Ankh with stones in their pockets*
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There were things to consider, Moist thought, contemplating the bottom of his glass. The mended drum was descending gently to the belligerence of late evening with a few knife throwing competitions. Moist had, with a grin and a sportsmanly wink denied entrance as a target or competitor. Let them love you, buy you pints, but if you were a real ( Read more... ) -
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“I’ll take it,” Moist said, immediately upon being escorted into the Oblong Office. Drumknott hovered behind him at a tasteful distance, his hand cupped protectively over his smartly appointed breast pocket, which brimmed with pens and pencils and what Moist could only bring himself to think of as a pocket sonkie ( Read more... ) -
Quick, like a bandaide, ow, ow, ow-
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and when you come for me some night...
He found himself, strangely enough, missing Lipwig, Uberwald as he very calmly and carefully drank his tea. In the Old Country, it was safe to assume that the Trolls would eat you and the Werewolves would eat you and the Vampires would not, well, eat you so much as very firmly drink you to death ( Read more... ) -
The Maxwell-von Lipwig residence
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Deserts, wherever you go, tend to look pretty much the same ( Read more... ) -
...look like a monkey...
“You lack subtly,” Moist said to Mr. Fusspot, who beside him on the starlit beach was a third of the way through his latest Treat from the wardrobe and showing no signs of having his spirits dampened anytime soon. Turning from setting the small bonfire alight, he watched the small pug the same way an Ankh-Morpork socialite may watch a miscreant ( Read more... ) -
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Moist laughed against Duo's mouth, pushing his boxers down onto the stand and fumbling with his own belt.
"You forgot silver tongued," Moist prompted letting Duo slip barefoot onto the sand, letting a hand trail up the smooth skin on the inside of his leg. Moist crouched, slipping a hand behind Duo's knee, pressing a kiss against his ( Read more... )