Yes, I forgot to mention, more chapters will be written on Rats. Hopefully it will have a
plot. Meanwhile, here is something of my own opinion on the subject of Vetinari. It is
merely one being's opinion. No offense intended. And as always, I realize I am not Terry
Pratchett, and do not own these lives I play with.
***
No, no, no, people, you've got Vetinari all wrong. You just need to find him the proper
lady, and one that doesn't mind the necessities of his job. Personally, I wouldn't be too
surprised if he went around with the Green-Eyed Lady herself. Dignified, devious and
unreadable as she is, they'd make quite a pair.
She likes him because he doesn't depend on her. He plans, and if his plans slip out of
place, he resigns himself to failure. Possibly because of this very thing, she seems to
smile on him. And the Lady's smile is the most beguiling thing on this or any world.
He looks into the deep swirling green void of her eyes. He's a good swimmer, and
doesn't drown, as so many others have.
"Tell me," said the mouth below them. "Do you often have dinner with deities or
anthropomorphic personifications?"
"I have a nodding acquaintance with Death; I respect his work very much. And, I believe,
I once attended a state dinner with the current god of Djelibeybi."
"I like that. You're not afraid of the big words. Of all the people that have dared to
invoke my name over the years, not one of them…didn't fear me. You're not afraid of
me, are you?" she asked, or perhaps stated.
He stared straight across the table at her, daring her to be frightening. "Lady Luck," he
said, "It is a pure pleasure." He smiled one of his fierce, unscrupulous smiles, so hard it
could nearly be called a grin.
***
If anyone likes this and wants to finish it, you're welcome to. I only write G-rated
romances, and I'm afraid this one has ended.
plot. Meanwhile, here is something of my own opinion on the subject of Vetinari. It is
merely one being's opinion. No offense intended. And as always, I realize I am not Terry
Pratchett, and do not own these lives I play with.
***
No, no, no, people, you've got Vetinari all wrong. You just need to find him the proper
lady, and one that doesn't mind the necessities of his job. Personally, I wouldn't be too
surprised if he went around with the Green-Eyed Lady herself. Dignified, devious and
unreadable as she is, they'd make quite a pair.
She likes him because he doesn't depend on her. He plans, and if his plans slip out of
place, he resigns himself to failure. Possibly because of this very thing, she seems to
smile on him. And the Lady's smile is the most beguiling thing on this or any world.
He looks into the deep swirling green void of her eyes. He's a good swimmer, and
doesn't drown, as so many others have.
"Tell me," said the mouth below them. "Do you often have dinner with deities or
anthropomorphic personifications?"
"I have a nodding acquaintance with Death; I respect his work very much. And, I believe,
I once attended a state dinner with the current god of Djelibeybi."
"I like that. You're not afraid of the big words. Of all the people that have dared to
invoke my name over the years, not one of them…didn't fear me. You're not afraid of
me, are you?" she asked, or perhaps stated.
He stared straight across the table at her, daring her to be frightening. "Lady Luck," he
said, "It is a pure pleasure." He smiled one of his fierce, unscrupulous smiles, so hard it
could nearly be called a grin.
***
If anyone likes this and wants to finish it, you're welcome to. I only write G-rated
romances, and I'm afraid this one has ended.