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"Well, when I was a lad," said Truckle, "if you wanted to get a girl’s int’rest, you had to cut off your worst enemy’s wossname and present it to her." "Whut" "I SAID YOU HAD TO CUT OFF YOUR WORST ENEMY’S WOSSNAME AND PRESENT IT TO HER!" The Last Hero

"I don't trust this man," said Nijel. "I try not to judge from first impressions, but I definitely think he's up to no good." "He had you thrown in a snake pit!" "Perhaps I should have taken the hint." 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓎

"I don't trust this man," said Nijel. "I try not to judge from first impressions, but I definitely think he's up to no good." "He had you thrown in a snake pit!" "Perhaps I should have taken the hint." 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓻𝔂

It is essential for humans to use the personal pronoun. It divides the universe into two parts. The darkness behind the eyes, where the little voice is, and everything else. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮

He looked up at the hooded figure beside him. "We never intended this," he said weakly. "Honestly. No offense. We just wanted what was due to us." A skeletal hand patted him on the shoulder, not unkindly. And Death said, CONGRATULATIONS. 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔! 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔!

The Shades, in brief, were an abode of discredited gods and unlicensed thieves, ladies of the night and peddlers in exotic goods, alchemists of the mind and strolling mummers; in short, all the grease on civilization's axle. 𝓔𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼

One said, That is the point. The word is him. Becoming a personality is inefficient. We don't want it to spread. Supposing gravity developed a personality? Supposing it decided to like people? One said, Got a crush on them, sort of thing? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒏

"He screamed a lot, Vimes. In a heart-rending fashion, I am told. And I gather he uttered a number of threats against you, for some reason." "I shall try to fit him into my busy schedule, sir." Lord Vetinari fell silent for a moment. His fingers drummed softly on his desk. Feet of Clay

Don't ask me how I knew—I suppose it was because it was just about the worst possible thing that was likely to happen. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤

Scientists have calculated that the chance of anything so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one. But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten. Mort

Granny glared at her escort. Even in a bow tie, even with his fine mustaches waxed, he was still a cat. You couldn't trust them to do anything except turn up for meals. 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮