|The Colour of Magic||
"Of course, just because we've heard a spine-chilling, blood-curdling scream of the sort to make your very marrow freeze in your bones doesn't automatically mean there's anything wrong."
People came to Ankh-Morpork to seek their fortune. Unfortunately, other people sought it too.
They looked at one another in incomprehension, two minds driving opposite ways up a narrow street and waiting for the other man to reverse first.
The students were staring at her in the manner of those who have heard of the species 'female' but have never expected to get this close to one.
It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.
Until an unfortunate axe incident, Gloria had been captain of the school basketball team.
The man gave a shrug which indicated that, although the world did indeed have many problems, this was one of them that was not his.
The Archchancellor polished his staff as he walked along. It was a particularly good one, six feet long and quite magical. Not that he used magic very much. In his experience, anything that couldn’t be disposed of with a couple of whacks from six feet of oak was probably immune to magic as well.
This was music that had not only escaped but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled up and its top button undone, raising its hat and grinning and stealing the silver.
It was music that went down to the feet by way of the pelvis without paying a call on Mr. Brain.
|The Light Fantastic|
|Lords and Ladies|
|Men at Arms|
|Feet of clay|
|The last continent|
|The fifth elephant|
|Thief of time|
|The last hero|
|The wee free men|
|A hat full of sky|