
Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld

The wages of sin is death but so is the salary of virtue, and at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays.
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
Perhaps it was pheromones, or the way his muscles rippled under his black leather shirt. Greebo broadcast a kind of greasy diabolic sexuality in the megawatt range. Just looking at him was enough to set dark wings fluttering in the crimson night.
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
Of course, lots of dwarfs, trolls, native people, trappers, hunters, and the merely badly lost had discovered it on an almost daily basis for thousands of years. But they weren’t explorers and didn’t count.
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
“Garkon? Mucho vino aveck zei, grassy ass.”
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear.
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
Of course, lots of dwarfs, trolls, native people, trappers, hunters, and the merely badly lost had discovered it on an almost daily basis for thousands of years. But they weren’t explorers and didn’t count.
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
“Garkon? Mucho vino aveck zei, grassy ass.”
Terry Pratchett • Witches Abroad: A Novel of Discworld
Magrat was sick all night just at the thought of it and had the dire rear.