Chasing Charles

Miss Dearheart, I believe it would be impossible for me to put Moist von Lipwig up to anything that could be more dangerous than the things he finds to do of his own free will. While you were away he took to climbing high buildings for fun, picked every lock in the Post Office and took up with the Extreme Sneezing fraternity, who are frankly insane. He needs the heady whiff of danger to make his life worth living.“ "He never does that sort of thing when I’m here!” “Indeed. Can I invite you to ride with me?” “What did you mean by saying ‘indeed’ like that?” said Adora Belle suspiciously.

She froze, staring over his shoulder. He saw her right hand scrabble frantically among the cutlery and grab a knife. ‘That bastard has just walked into the place! she hissed. 'Reacher Gilt! I’ll just kill him and join you for the pudding…’ 'You can’t do that!’ hissed Moist. 'Oh? Why not?’ 'You’re using the wrong knife! That’s for the fish! You’ll get into trouble.’

His wife looked astonished. “I didn’t think you liked him?” “Well, he grows on you, you know, like a fungus”

In the plush comfort of Harry King’s boardroom, all mahogany and brass and extremely attentive waiters, Lord Vetinari said, “Tell me, Mister Simnel, could your engine go all the way to, let us say, somewhere like Uberwald?‘

Everything is magic when you don’t know what it is. Your sliding rule is a magic wand to most people.

Moist groaned. It was the crack of seven and he was allergic to the concept of two seven o'clocks in one day.

Shit Slytherins Say: #132