By Terry Pratchett
Discworld's pesky alchemists are as much as their outdated methods back. This time, they've stumbled on how you can get gold from silver -- the silver reveal that's. listening to the siren name of Holy wooden is one Victor Tugelbend, a would-be wizard became additional. He can't sing, he can't dance, yet he can deal with a sword (sort of), and now he desires to be a celebrity. So does Theda Withel, an bold ingénue from a bit city (where else?) you've most likely by no means heard of.
But the clicking click on of relocating photographs isn't simply stirring up desires within Discworld. Holy Wood's magic is drifting out into the bounds of the universes, the place uncooked realities, the could-have-beens, the might-bes, the never-weres, the wild rules are starting to ferment right into a rather smelly brew. It's as much as Victor and Gaspode the sweetness puppy (a big name if ever one was once born!) to rein within the chaos and convey order again to a starstruck Discworld. And they're certainly now not prepared for his or her close-up!
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She would not have believed that without seeing for herself, not of southerners. These people would have done very well in Saldaea, where Trolloc raids were a matter of course, in the northern parts at least. “I cannot tell you the weather will be what it should tomorrow. I can tell you that Perrin and I will do what needs to be done, whatever can be done. And I don’t need to tell you that you will take what each day brings, whatever it is, and be ready to face the next. That is the kind of people the Two Rivers breeds.
A slight thinning at the corners of Coiren’s mouth betrayed her irritation. The Gray was a good negotiator, but she did like to have things done just so, every foot placed exactly where it had been planned to go. ” One of the gray-haired Aiel—Tarva, or some such—narrowed her eyes, but Sevanna nodded, hearing what Coiren had wanted her to hear. Coiren set out to escort the Aiel women as far as the foot of the hill, along with Erian, a Green, and Nesune, a Brown, and the five Warders they had between them.
He had no right to even think of her, but abandoning the Tower would be abandoning her. For such flimsy reasons did a man choose his fate. Knowing they were flimsy did not change them, though. He glared at the sere, windswept grasslands as he strode from one position to the next. So here he was, hoping the Aiel did not decide to attack despite—or because of—whatever it was the Shaido Wise Ones were talking over with Coiren and the others. He suspected there might be enough out there to overrun him even with Aes Sedai help.