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Susan saddled the horse and mounted up.
Beyond Death's garden were fields of corn, their golden sheen the only colour in the landscape. Death might not have been any good at grass (black) and apple trees (gloss black on black), but all the depth of colour he hadn't put elsewhere he'd put inand just stood, looking around.
Binky followed the path and stopped at the end.
Then he turned, managing not to disturb a single ear.
'I don't know how you do this,' Susan whispered, 'but you must be able to do it, and you know where I want to go.'
The horse appeared to nod. Albert had said that Binky was a genuine flesh‑and‑blood horse, but maybe you couldn't be ridden by Death for hundreds of years without learning something. He looked as though he'd been pretty bright to start with. the fields. They rippled as if in the wind, except that there wasn't any wind.Susan couldn't imagine why he'd done it.There was a path, though. It led across the fields for half a mile or so, then disappeared abruptly. It looked as though somebody walked out here occasionally

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you've been troubled, you're let off.'
'That's sarcasm! You can't talk to me like that! You're just a servant!'
'That's right. black crayon, some towering, battlemented, Gothic mansion. It would loom, and involve other words ending in 'oom', like gloom and doom. There would have been thousands of windows. She'd fill odd corners of the sky with bats. It would be impressive.
It wouldn't be a cottage. It wouldn't have a rather tasteless garden. It wouldn't have a mat in front of the door with 'Welcome' on it.And so are you. So I should get started, if I was you. The rat'll help. He mainly does rats, but the principle's the same.'Susan sat with her mouth open.'I'm going outside,' she snapped.'I ain't stopping you.'Susan stormed out through the back door, across the enormous expanses of the outer room, past the grindstone in the yard, and into the garden.'Huh,' she said.If someone had told Susan that Death had a house, she would have called them mad or, even worse, stupid. But if she'd had to imagine one, she'd have drawn, in sensible

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shadows and fled before he could make out what it was.
The Watch House door slammed open and Carrot emerged, sword in hand.
'Where'd it go? Where'd it go?'
'Dunno. What , didn't you? Did it all wrong! Now she's run off and you'll never see her again!
He turned. A small grey dog was watching him intently from the doorway.
Shock like that, she might never Change back again said his thoughts. Who cares if she's a werewolf? That didn't bother you until you knew! Incident'ly, any biscuits about your person could be usefully the hell was it?'Carrot stopped.'Uh. Not sure,' he said.'Carrot?''Sarge?''I should put some clothes on if I was you, lad.'Carrot stayed looking into the pre-dawn gloom.'I mean, I turned around and there it was, and—'He looked down at the sword in his hand as if he hadn't realized that he was carrying it.'Oh, damn!' he said.He ran back to his room and grabbed his britches. As he struggled into them, he was suddenly aware of a thought in his head, clear as ice.You are a pillock, what are you? Picked up the sword automatically

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no soul, Fred,' said Nobby. 'I wouldn't've minded being a knight in shining armour. That's what a king does if you're useful. He makes you a knight.'
'A night watchman in crappy armour is about your métier,' said Colon, who looked around proudly to see if anyone had noticed the slanty thing over the e. 'Nah, catch me being respectful to some bloke because he just pulled a sword out of a stone. That don't make you a king. Mind you,' he said, 'someone who could shove a sword into a stone . . . a man like that, —'
Ding-ding a-ding-ding, ding dingle ding ding . . .
'And it plays a rune!' said Angua.
'Every hour,' said Carrot. 'It's part of the clockwork.'now, he's a king 'A man like that'd be an ace,' said Nobby.Angua yawned.Ding-ding a-ding-ding—'What the hell's that?' said Colon.Carrot's chair thumped forward. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a velvet bag, which he upended on to the table. Out slid a golden disc about three inches across. When he pressed a catch on one side it opened like a clamshell.The stopped Watch peered at it.'It's a clock?' said Angua.'A watch,' said Carrot.'It's very big.''That's because of the clockwork. There has to be room for all the little wheels. The small watches just have those little time demons in and they don't last and anyway they keep rotten time

Thomas Kinkade Serenity Cove

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the sunlight again.The inner courtyard was lined with clowns and fools. Bells tinkled in the breeze. Sunlight glinted off red noses and the occasional nervous jet of water from a fake buttonhole.The clown ushered
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forgetting: is it crying on the outside and laughing on the inside? I always get it mixed up.''About this Beano—'Colon began.'We're just holding his funeral,' said the little clown. 'That's why my trousers are at half-mast.'They stepped out
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,' Colon warned.Boffo looked crestfallen.A band struck up, and a procession of Guild members emerged from the chapel. A clown walked a little way ahead, carrying a small urn.'This is very moving,' said Boffo.On a dais on the opposite side of the quadrangle was a fat clown in baggy trousers, huge braces, a bow tie that was spinning gently in the breeze
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I suppose not.' The clown sighed. 'It's not easy, you know. Clowning, I mean. I'm on gate duty 'cos I'm on probation.'
'You are?'
'I keep on into the guards into a line of fools.
'I'm sure Dr Whiteface will talk to you as soon as we've finished,' he said. 'My name's Boffo, by the way.' He held out his hand hopefully.
'Don't shake it, and a top hat. His face had been painted into a picture of misery. He held a bladder on a stick.
The clown with the urn reached the dais, climbed the steps, and waited.
The band fell silent.
The clown in the top hat hit the urn-carrier about th

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Vetinari put down a piece of paper on one of the piles, and picked up another.
'You are still here, Dr Cruces.'
'I can assure you, m'Lord, that—'
'I'm sure you can. I'm sure'Certainly, m'Lord,' said the Assassin, glumly. 'But—'
Noon began.
Noon in Ankh-Morpork took some time, since twelve o'clock was established by consensus. Generally, the first bell to start was that one in the Teachers' Guild, in response to the universal prayers of its members. Then the water clock on the Temple of Small Gods would trigger the big bronze gong. The you can. There is one question that intrigues me, however.''M'Lord?''Why was it in your Guild House to be stolen? I had been given to understand it had been destroyed. I'm quite sure I gave orders.'This was the question the Assassin had been hoping would not be asked. But the Patrician was good at that game.'Er. We – that is, my predecessor - thought it should serve as a warning and an example.'The Patrician looked up and smiled brightly.'Capital!' he said. 'I have always had a great belief in the effectiveness of examples. So I am sure you'll be able to sort this out with minimum inconvenience all round.'

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thing,” she said, “even when Magrat’s completely different, she’s just the same.”
Nanny Ogglowered its horn.
“Whoops,” said Nanny, dropping her just desserts.
“Come on. There’s a tree here, come on.”
Granny Weatherwax shook her head.
“No. I ain’t runnin’ this time. She couldn’t get me before and she’s tryin’ through an animal, produced a wooden spoon from somewhere in her apron. Then she raised her hat and carefully lifted down a bowl of cream, custard, and jelly which she had secreted there.l Nanny Ogg was also a great picker-up of unconsidered trifles. 305Terry Pratchett“Huh. I really don’t know why you pinches food the whole time,” said Granny. “Verence’d give you a bathful of the stuff if you asked. You know he don’t touch custard himself.”“More fun this way,” said Nanny. “I deserve a bit of fun.”There was a rustling in the thick bushes and the unicorn burst through.It was mad. It was angry. It was in a world where it did not belong. And it was being driven.It pawed the ground a hundred yards away, and