And who else could I send? Only Vimes could go to Uberwald.
The future is always a bit wobbly. Any little thing, like the fall of a snowflake or the dropping of the wrong kind of spoon, can send it spinning off along a new path. Or perhaps not.
We’ve strayed into a zone with a high magical index,’ he said. ‘Don’t ask me how. Once upon a time a really powerful magic field must have been generated here, and we’re feeling the after-effects.’
Precisely,’ said a passing bush.
It was a work of art. It was better than that. It was a work of craft.
A man of power and responsibility nevertheless needs somebody to tell him when he is being a bloody fool. Granny
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. (This is not actually true. The raid to Hell is paved with frozen door-to-door salesman. On weekends, many of the younger demons go ice skating down it.)
It was amazing how many people spent their whole lives in places where they never intended to stay.
Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, the start and finish, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy, people is hard.
Whut’s the plan, Rob?” said one of them.
“OK lads, this is what we’ll do. As soon as we see somethin’, we’ll attack it. Right?”
The best plans are the simplest ones …
Ach, people are always telling us not to do things” said Rob Anybody, “that’s how we ken the most interesting things to do.