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can leave him for now,' said Clete.
The others nodded. No‑one really wanted to attempt to beat up the Librarian if there was anyone smaller available.
'What about the dwarf?'
'Ah.'
'Someone said they thought he was Glod Glodsson. Lives in Phedre Road somewhere–’
Clete growled. 'It was very small writing,' said Glod. He brightened up. 'But there was a lot of it,' he added. 'Bound to be a good contract, with that much writing on it.'
'The Librarian ran away,' said Buddy. 'Oooked a lot, and ran away.'
'Hah! Well, he'll be sorry later on,' said Glod. 'Later on, people'll talk to him and he'll say: I left, you know, before they became famous.''Get some of the lads over there right now. I want the position of musicians in this city explained to them right now. Hat. Hat. Hat.'The musicians hurried through the night, the din of the Mended Drum behind them.'Wasn't he nice,' said Glod. 'I mean, we haven't just got our pay, but he was so interested he gave us twenty dollars of his own money!''I tink what he said,' said Cliff, 'was dat he'd give us twenty dollars with interest.''Same thing, isn't it? And he said he could get us more jobs. Did you read the contract?''Did you?'
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Henri Matisse Odalisques
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bambamBAH . . . how did you know how to do that bit?'
'It was just de bit dat had to go dere,' said Lias.
Imp looked at Imp had never heard of an instrument that played itself before, except the legendary harp of Owen Mwnyy, which sang when danger threatened. And that had been back in the days when there were dragons around. Singing harps went well with dragons. They seemed out of place in a city with guilds and everything.
The door swung open.
'That was . . . astonishing, boys,' said Hibiscus Dunelm. 'Never heard anything like it! Can you come back tomorrow night? Here's your five dollars.'
Glod counted the coins.
'We did four encores,' he said darkly.the guitar. He'd put it on the table. It was still playing quietly to itself, like a cat purring.'That's not a normall instrument,' he said, shaking a finger at it. 'I was just standing there and it started pllaying all by itsellf!''Probably belonged to a wizard, like I said,' said Glod.'Nah,' said Lias. 'Never knew any wizard who was musical. Music and magic don't mix.'They looked at it.
bambamBAH . . . how did you know how to do that bit?'
'It was just de bit dat had to go dere,' said Lias.
Imp looked at Imp had never heard of an instrument that played itself before, except the legendary harp of Owen Mwnyy, which sang when danger threatened. And that had been back in the days when there were dragons around. Singing harps went well with dragons. They seemed out of place in a city with guilds and everything.
The door swung open.
'That was . . . astonishing, boys,' said Hibiscus Dunelm. 'Never heard anything like it! Can you come back tomorrow night? Here's your five dollars.'
Glod counted the coins.
'We did four encores,' he said darkly.the guitar. He'd put it on the table. It was still playing quietly to itself, like a cat purring.'That's not a normall instrument,' he said, shaking a finger at it. 'I was just standing there and it started pllaying all by itsellf!''Probably belonged to a wizard, like I said,' said Glod.'Nah,' said Lias. 'Never knew any wizard who was musical. Music and magic don't mix.'They looked at it.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thomas Kinkade New Horizons
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you daft fbugger! You'll haf uff all off!' Gaspode growled. On the opposite roof, the dog pack watched in horror. The gutter creaked again.
Angua's claws scored white lines on the slates.
Big Fido wrenched and spun, fighting the grip of the collar.
Which, finally, yes! Story of my life! You and me, kid Together! We could have made it!'
He turned and looked at the dogs lining the roofs or, the other side of the street.
'You lot! Go home! BAD DOG!' he barked.
He slithered down the other side of the roof. There was an alley there, but it was snapped.The dog turned in the air, hanging for a moment before gravity took hold.'Free!'And then he fell.Gaspode shot backwards as Angua's paws slipped from under her, and landed further up the roof, legs spinning. Both of them made it to the crest and hung there, panting.Then Angua bounded away, clearing the next alley before Gaspode had stopped seeing a red mist in front of his eyes.He spat out Big Fido's collar, which slid down the roof and vanished over the edge.'Oh, thank you!' he shouted. 'Thank you very much' Yes! Leave me here, that's right! Me with only three good legs! Don't you worry about me! If I'm lucky I'll fall oft before I starve! Oh
you daft fbugger! You'll haf uff all off!' Gaspode growled. On the opposite roof, the dog pack watched in horror. The gutter creaked again.
Angua's claws scored white lines on the slates.
Big Fido wrenched and spun, fighting the grip of the collar.
Which, finally, yes! Story of my life! You and me, kid Together! We could have made it!'
He turned and looked at the dogs lining the roofs or, the other side of the street.
'You lot! Go home! BAD DOG!' he barked.
He slithered down the other side of the roof. There was an alley there, but it was snapped.The dog turned in the air, hanging for a moment before gravity took hold.'Free!'And then he fell.Gaspode shot backwards as Angua's paws slipped from under her, and landed further up the roof, legs spinning. Both of them made it to the crest and hung there, panting.Then Angua bounded away, clearing the next alley before Gaspode had stopped seeing a red mist in front of his eyes.He spat out Big Fido's collar, which slid down the roof and vanished over the edge.'Oh, thank you!' he shouted. 'Thank you very much' Yes! Leave me here, that's right! Me with only three good legs! Don't you worry about me! If I'm lucky I'll fall oft before I starve! Oh
Monday, May 4, 2009
Pop art coltrane on rust
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he said.
Cuddy watched him for a moment.
'That's about 'Are you often on gate duty, Boffo?' said Carrot pleasantly, as they strolled through the Fools' Guild.
'Huh! Just about all the time,' said Boffo.
'So when did that friend of his, you know, the Assassin . . . visit him?'
'Oh, you know about him, then,' said Boffo.
'Oh, yes,' said Carrot.it,' he said, sadly. 'That's all we're getting.''I'll be back shortly,' said Carrot. 'Shall we be off . . . Joey, wasn't it? Dr Whiteface?''I suppose there's no harm,' said Dr Whiteface. 'Very well. Show Corporal Carrot anything he likes, Boffo.''Right, sir,' said the little clown.'It must be a jolly job, being a clown,' said Carrot.'Must it?''Lots of japes and jokes, I mean.'Boffo gave Carrot a lopsided look.'Well . . .' he said. 'It has its moments . . .''I bet it does. I bet it does.'
he said.
Cuddy watched him for a moment.
'That's about 'Are you often on gate duty, Boffo?' said Carrot pleasantly, as they strolled through the Fools' Guild.
'Huh! Just about all the time,' said Boffo.
'So when did that friend of his, you know, the Assassin . . . visit him?'
'Oh, you know about him, then,' said Boffo.
'Oh, yes,' said Carrot.it,' he said, sadly. 'That's all we're getting.''I'll be back shortly,' said Carrot. 'Shall we be off . . . Joey, wasn't it? Dr Whiteface?''I suppose there's no harm,' said Dr Whiteface. 'Very well. Show Corporal Carrot anything he likes, Boffo.''Right, sir,' said the little clown.'It must be a jolly job, being a clown,' said Carrot.'Must it?''Lots of japes and jokes, I mean.'Boffo gave Carrot a lopsided look.'Well . . .' he said. 'It has its moments . . .''I bet it does. I bet it does.'
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