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377 pages, Hardcover
First published November 7, 2013
"Moist suddenly noticed the crowd outside the compound fence, pressing up against every inch of wire netting, and felt their expectancy. As the coach stopped, he smelled the acrid scent of coal smoke cutting through the general fetor, and heard what sounded like a dragon having difficulty sleeping, a kind of chuffing noise, very repetitive, and then suddenly there was a scream, as if the biggest kettle in the world had got very, very angry.
Lord Vetinari tapped Moist on the shoulder and said, “Sir Harry tells me that the thing is quite docile if handled with care. Shall we go and have a look? You first, of course, Mister Lipwig.”
"Vetinari seemed to be deep in thought, then he said breezily, “Very well done, Mister Simnel, an excellent demonstration! Am I to believe that many passengers and tons of freight could be carried by means of this … thing?”In addition, Vetinari reveals his plans, thoughts, and feelings in this book. This contrasts strikingly with the prequels, wherein the Patrician is enigmatic, inscrutable, unreadable. It didn't even feel like the the same person I met in Guards! Guards!.
"“Actually,” said Nobby, “it ain’t all that bad. When I was working the rota last week on the goods yard there were a load of cheeses that got broken open by accident, as it were."
This is a small thing, but collectively it portrays a different Nobby.
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and onto the black desert under the endless night.