Fights, whether they be with angry monkeys or angry boys, were all well and good when they were going on. But the afterwards was not quite as fun ( Read more... )

Watchmen were particular about many things1. A Watchman was particular about his boots, about the route he took through the city, about where he stood to keep dry from a sudden shower...Ned himself had always prefferred the back porch of the Church of Small Gods, and now there was no raining, and no Church of Small Gods, either ( Read more... )

Rogue had been her new equivalent of shopping, which was digging through the clothesbox for stuff she could altar or pull off, or would have happily worn when the clothes were fashionable, that she could stomach to wear now. It put her in a good mood, because it was both amusing and fruitful. She'd stopped off at her room to deposit her new finds ( Read more... )

Back home in Ankh-Morpork, Vimes' morning had begun with a shave while his bulter, Willikins, read the paper to him. There had always been certain articles that the butler, who knew his employer very well, wouldn't have dared read while Vimes held a blade so close to his face. It had been a long time since he had seen that sort of article ( Read more... )

Susan sat on the edge of her bed, truly calm for the first time since she arrived. She had a plan ( Read more... )

Being back at school was wonderful in Susan's opinion. Things were again under her control, they were measurable. There were students to be taught, lessons to be given, and none of what she'd been through need intrude ( Read more... )

The night before ageplot, Ned finishes his hut and Rogue spends the night. It is completely chaste. And it damn well stays that way when she wakes up as an eight year old. Then there is a piggy back ride.

The reason they call it a Revolution is because it's always coming around again. Ned had been keeping a low profile for a while now, spending time with Rogue, adding to the hut as much as he could. Ever since he found out that Keel1 was in fact Sam Vimes, he'd been a little...reticent was a good word for what he'd been ( Read more... )

The day after Ned's arrival on the island, Rogue takes him on a visit to the dreaded clothesbox. Being, as he is, from the Disc, Ned is slow to trust something so obviously tampered with by wizards (timed to the morning of May 27th).

A few days after things got awkward on the beach, Rogue went into a coma and, being the Good Copper that he is, ( Read more... )

Sybil had been acquainting herself with the art fricassee. It seemed just another fancy word for frying things in a pan, this time dipped in egg batter. She was fricasseeing shellfish, and laying them out over coconut flavored rice that had also been pushed around a frying pan making into a crispy sort of hash ( Read more... )