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Chess

There was a certain chess-like quality to running a city. The other sides were closing in, but Vetinari was playing without a king, and a chessboard without a king was a chessboard that couldn't lose.

Terms

WHY IS IT CALLED A BUILDING?

"What?"

IT IS NOT IN THE PROCESS OF BEING BUILT. DO YOU REFER TO A CHILD AS A GROWING?

Paper

It was Young Sam's first Hogswatch. There was nothing more exciting for a one-year-old than bright shiny paper to rip and toss about. At least until one of the dragons lit it aflame.

Miniature

Two pairs of eyes looked over the city of Ankh-Morpork.

"A model?"

"Yes my lord. And look!" Leonard pressed a button and every tiny clocktower went off with finely tuned precision.

Shore

Ponder hugged his knees to his chest.

"Ever wonder what's out there Bursar?"

"Hn?" The Bursar was scaring hermit crabs back into their shells. There was a sudden commotion as Ridcully made his way over.

"Heheh! Hey fellows! Look what I've caught!" He raised his latest catch high. It looked like a swordfish and an octopus had each had one too many and decided to procreate.

Ponder craned his neck to the heavens.

"On second thought, maybe I don't want to know."

Honest

Angua buried her face in her hands. Carrot had such an open honest face. He'd never win a game of Cripple Mr. Onion this way.

Mistake

The Alchemist's Guild was on fire again. Death waited patiently for his next client. The alchemist rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well. That was stupid."

Gender

Wearing dresses and adopting female mannerisms was all well and good, but Moist began to worry when Gladys began writing romance novels.

Books

The Librarian treasured all the tomes in his care, but he did have his favorites. Grass Green and the Twenty-Seven Golems was always a good read and 1,389 Ways the Universe Is Out To Get You was fascinating when it wasn't trying to bite his fingers off.

Pattern

They said the he kept such an irregular clock to drive his visitors insane. And that was part of it. The other part was the fact that it was intriguing to the Patrician to have something with a pattern that never matched his predictions.

Dignity

Vimes had worn the tights. Worn the clothes whose button had sparkled like glitter and matching shoes with soles an inch thick. But there was no way in hell that anyone was going to make him wear the dress.

"It's a robe dear."

It's a dress Sybil."

Nostalgia

+++ I Remember My First Operating Program. +++

"Do you now?"

+++ Yes. Things Were Much Simpler Then. +++

"Wait a minute, are you getting nostalgic?"

Throne

The wooden throne of Lancre squeaked gently as Verence bounced his baby daughter on his knees. Far away, the hollow golden throne of Ankh-Morpork remained resolutely unoccupied.

Push

Dr. Lawn certainly had his hands full.

"Okay, okay. Breathe now. Where is that water?! Keep breathing. Ready? Now, push! Push!"

Angua screamed with pain and gripped at Carrot who felt his hand go numb.

"Congratulations! It's a . . . puppy?"

Angua jolted awake, back stiff as a poker. Beside her, Carrot slept on, blissfully unaware.

Field

On the plains of Sto Helit, a scarecrow stood guard in the wheat field. On its shoulder, Quoth pecked at the face and was invariably disappointed by the lack of eyeballs.