September 8th
 

‘I know you, Champett Poldy,’ she said. ‘I recall I laid out your grandad and I brought you into the world.’

She glanced at the crowds, which had regathered a little way off, and turned back to the guard, whose face was already a mask of terror. She leaned a little closer, and said, ‘I gave you your first good hiding in this valley of tears and by all the gods if you cross me now I will give you your last.’

 
— Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters)
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 ‘A man could go far, knowing his rights like you do,’ said Granny. ‘But right now he should go home.’ 
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 She drew herself up and turned this way and that. The clusters of amulets, magical jewellery and occult bangles on various parts of her body jingled together; any enemy wouldn’t only have to be blind to fail to notice that a witch was approaching, he’d have to be deaf as well. 
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September 7th
 She stood up, took her pointed hat from its hook behind the door and, glaring into the mirror, skewered it in place with a number of ferocious hatpins. They slid on one by one, as unstoppable as the wrath of God. 
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‘Yes, m’m, but they says terrible things about you, m’m, savin’ your presence, m’m.’

Granny stiffened. ‘What things?’

‘Don’t like to say, m’m.’

‘What things?’

Shawn considered his next move. There weren’t many choices. ‘A lot of things what aren’t true, m’m,’ he said, establishing his credentials as early as possible.

 
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 The books said that the old-time witches had sometimes danced in their shifts. Magrat had wondered about how you danced in shifts. Perhaps there wasn’t room for them all to dance at once, she’d thought. 
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September 6th
 She gave the guards a nod as she went through. It didn’t occur to either of them to stop her because witches, like beekeepers and big gorillas, went where they liked. In any case, an elderly lady banging a bowl with a spoon was probably not the spearhead of an invasion force. 
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 Thunder rolled in the distance. The permanent Lancre storm, after a trip through the foothills, had drifted back towards the mountains for a one-night stand. 
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‘Well!’ said Nanny.

‘It’s all these books they read today,’ said Granny. ‘It overheats the brain…’

 
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September 5th
 The Fool held his breath. On long nights on the hard flagstones he had dreamed of women like her. Although, if he really thought about it, not much like her; they were better endowed around the chest, their noses weren’t so red and pointed, and their hair tended to flow more. But the Fool’s libido was bright enough to tell the difference between the impossible and the conceivably attainable, and hurriedly cut in some filter circuits. 
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 Somewhere on the Disc, reason told him, there must be someone more miserable than he was. He wondered who it was. 
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 A killing insult in Dwarfish, but here used as a term of endearment. It means ‘lawn ornament’. 
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September 4th
 …said Mrs Vitoller, who was travelling inside the latty and darning the chain mail. 
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 '…You wouldn’t know what an heir was, unless you thought it was a sort of rabbit.’ 
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 No, things like crowns had a troublesome effect on clever folk; it was best to leave all the reigning to the kind of people whose eyebrows met in the middle when they tried to think. In a funny sort of way, they were much better at it. 
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