Their families cordially detested one another.
Their families cordially detested one another.
We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.
When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.
An Assassin, a real Assassin had to look like one-black clothes, hood, boots, and all. If they could wear any clothes, any disguise, then what could anyone do but spend all day in a small room with a loaded crossbow pointed at the door?
But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.
But the helmet had gold decoration, and the bespoke armorers had made a new gleaming breastplate with useless gold ornamentation on it. Sam Vimes felt like a class traitor every time he wore it. He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armor. It was gilt by association.
Hat = wizard, wizard = hat. Everything else is frippery.
He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.
His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.
In the words of the philosopher Scepturn, the founder of my profession: am I going to get paid for this?
Ninety percent of most magic merely consists of knowing one extra fact.
One of the hardest lessons in young Sam's life had been finding out that the people in charge weren't in charge. It had been finding out that governments were not, on the whole, staffed by people who had a grip, and that plans were what people made instead of thinking.
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