So still not deviations for me, not until these horrible things are over...
(and DA breathes a sigh of relief)


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Mirrors of Home
The little boy laughed under all the dark hair, and tottered away down the path.
"Such a pleasant child," said the Queen, ambling along between the trees.
"Yes, Lady," said the Elf.
"I like this world. I may take a mortal husband here instead."
"Yes, Lady."
There was a loud splash from further along the path.
"Perhaps the boy has fallen in," she said idly. "Go and see."
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Vimes felt like a passenger in his own body. He felt as though he


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Catapulted
The sheer power of the Voice had thrown them all. In the case of Ponder, Ridcully, Carrot, Angua and Vimes, it threw them sprawling on their backsides six feet away. Even Vetinari had to grab the sideboard for support.
"What happened there, Stibbons?" asked Ridcully.
"It- it nearly broke through!"
"It felt like it could come right through," said Carrot with a frown, "like it could burst right through into this universe."
Ponder realised his mouth was open.
"Er, yes, in fact. Beings like that one usually thrive in multispe


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Ponder Stibbons had been up all night. He'd been messing around with an Omniscope fragment when he'd come across a younger version of himself. In another dimension.
"...so of course we panned through the past and found - me - being assailed by flying shrouds. This is very exciting! We've seen similar creatures flying around that big eye that kept bothering us through R&D. It implies further gaps in the space-time continuum, we noticed a huge amount of them around for a while and then they all suddenly closed up-"
"Stibbons!"
"Oh dear," said the Dean quick


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The first shot went wrong; the catch slipped off before the assassin could aim properly. The bolt buried itself deep in the flowerbed. The second shot was nearer the mark, hitting the wall of the huge house before clattering to the ground. The third shot was textbook: it flew straight, neatly punching through the glass. And it would also have punched through the skull of His Grace the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, had he not at that very moment bent to rinse his razor. The arrow skimmed his neck en route to the wall, where it hit so hard that
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Why can't I be like that...
A writer I see, how long have you been a writer?
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