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It was all Sybil's fault.
It had been one of those ideas that sounded perfectly innocent and harmless the way she suggested it but was, in reality, a terrible idea. Oh yes, she had said. Just a nice, quiet gathering with the boys. Reminisce! Get to know each other better! Play a nice, civilized game of cards!
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There was a woman standing outside the IPD office, and it was beginning to make Vimes a little nervous. He had been perfectly fine, minding his own business and leaning against the desk as he sorted through neat piles of paperwork when he had noticed her there. It had entirely ruined his attempt to turn the carefully filed papers into much more ( Read more... ) -
[Arthur, Ned, Cersei]
It was only the first of the year and the IPD already had a violent death on their hands. Nothing more than a boy, too, stabbed to death by a young girl. Vimes knew that the traditions of Westeros branded them both adults already, but he still couldn't think of them as anything but kids ( Read more... ) -
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(More damned paperwork?)
Mail for His Grace the Duke of Ankh Councilman Commander Sam Vimes -
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It had taken all of Vimes' nerve not to leave the Compound as soon as Eostre had come to him with the news that Mack had disappeared. These things, some part of his mind constantly told him, were better settled simply, on one's own. He would go out into the jungle, he would find the bastard who had taken her. And then he would take care of him ( Read more... ) -
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The woman walked into the IPD office without knocking, seeming immediately to have decided that she owned the place.
It was impossible to ignore her beauty. She had once been the kind of woman men would kill each other over, bar fights or fancy duels, it didn't really matter. Once. But now there was a look of decay about her, of a woman past her ( Read more... ) -
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His conversation with that Lannister woman had been hours ago, but Vimes still couldn't get it out of his head. Her tone, the tilt of her head, the way her eyes narrowed to give the perfect impression of looking down at a person, he knew it all well. But she had been more proud, more cruel, more disdainful than any petty lord of Ankh-Morpork. Oh, ( Read more... ) -
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Vimes stared at the woman across from him.
Woman. It wasn't the right word, but there wasn't a better one in his vocabulary. She was human-shaped and female, but otherwise utterly lacking in womanliness. Creature, even animal fit her countenance (not to mention her actions) better, no matter what her shape. But even Vimes, copper's copper and ( Read more... ) -
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There was a lull at the Watch house on Psudopolis Yard around early evening when the day shift left and then night watch came in. Good ol' Night Watch. Vimes still made everyone start there, his son included, because every copper needed to know what it was like to be up all night, to stand still in icy rain, to sleep on one's feet. 'cause one day ( Read more... ) -
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Things had been fine. No, things had been really good. After months, no years, of homesickness, the ache had begun to fade. He had his family here, he had his work. Tabula Rasa became his new Ankh-Morpork, hated but his. His to protect, his to watch his son grow up in ( Read more... )