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@@ -25,6 +25,8 @@ It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of
course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
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%passage 2
The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett
As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box
protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about
ripe now, can't hold them any longer. Every-one smile, please.'
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%title The Light Fantastic (1)
%title The Light Fantastic (2)
%passage 1
The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett
'Cohen is my name, boy' Belthan's hands stopped moving.
'Cohen?' she said, 'Cohen the Barbarian?'
'The very shame.'
'Hang on, hang on,' said Rincewind, 'Cohen's a great big chap, neck like a bull,
got chest muscles like a sack of footballs. I mean, he's the Disc's greatest
warrior, a legend in his own lifetime. I remember my grandad telling me he saw
him ... my grandad telling me he ... my grandad ...'
He faltered under the gimlit gaze.
'Oh,' he said, 'Oh. Of course, Sorry.'
'Yesh,' said Cohen, and sighed, 'Thatsh right boy, I'm a lifetime in my own
legend.'
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%passage 2
The Light Fantastic, by Terry Pratchett
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Death sat at one side of a black baize table in the entre of the room, arguing
with Famine, War and Pestilence. Twoflower was the only one to look up and
notice Rincewind.
'Hey, how did you get here?' he said.
'Well, some say that the creator took a handful - oh, I see, well, it's hard to
explain but I -'
'Have you got the Luggage?'
The wooden box pushed past Rincewind and settled down in front of its owner,
who opened its lid and rummaged around inside until he came up with a small,
leatherbound book which he handed to War, who was hammering the table with a
mailed fist.
'It's "Nosehinger on the Laws of Contract",' he said. 'It's quite good, there's
a lot in it about double finessing and how to -'
Death snatched the book with a bony hand anflipped through the pages, quite
oblivious to the presence of the two men.
'RIGHT,' he said, 'PESTILENCE, OPEN ANOTHER PACK OF CARDS. I'M GOING TO GET TO
THE GOTTOM OF THIS IF IT KILLS ME. FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING OF COURSE.'
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