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He
hadn't even been sure which one was Mrs Hammerhock. They all
looked alike to him. When she was introduced - helmeted,
bearded - he'd got quite polite, non-committal answers. No,
she's locked his workshop and seemed to have mislaid the key.
Thank you.
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Doesn't
the bloody man ever get his head down? Isn't there a room
somewhere with a black dressing gown hanging on the door?
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"But
before the rest of you good citizens disperse quietly and go
about your business,"..."I suggest you look hard
at these dragons. Do any of them look sixty feet long? Would
you say they've got an eighty-foot wingspan? How hot do they
flame would you say?"
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- "It's trying to take me over. It
knows what's going to happen, and I think it wants to go to
Ankh-Morpork. I want to go too."
- ..."people don't usually find
themselves mysteriously let out of prison with a bunch of
weapons handily close and all the guards out of action. Ever
thought of that?"
- It was a test obviously. They'd given him
this bent piece of wood. He had to do something with it. It
was clearly very important.
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| Character
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- He looked from one guard to another. he
knew a variety of methods of unarmed combat, but they all
relied on the opponent not being able to fire an arrow
straight through you as soon as you moved.
- He envied his fellow students who
believed in gods that were intangible and lived a long way
away on top of some mountain. A fellow could really believe
in a gods like that. But it was extremely hard to believe in
gods when you saw him at breakfast every day.
- "It's a good
riddle,"..."Very deep. Very moving. The whole human
condition in a nutshell. But you've got to admit, this doesn't
all happen to one individual in one day, does it?"
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