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They'd never told her about this. Parents never do. Your father could be Death's apprentice and your mother Death's adopted daughter, but that's just fine detail when they become Parents. Parents were never young. They were merely waiting to become At least . . . the normal kind . . .
Her mother . . . the girl who would become her mother . . . was pressed against a pillar. She had actually improved with age, Susan thought. Her dress sense certainly had. And she mentally shook herself. Fashion comments? Now?
Death stood over Mort, sword in one hand and Mort's own lifetimer in the other.
YOU DON'T KNOW HOW SORRY THIS MAKES ME, he said.
'I might,' said Mort.Parents.Susan reached the end of the shelves.Death was standing over her father . . . she corrected herself, the boy who would be her father.Three red marks burned on his cheek where Death had struck him. Susan raised a hand to the pale marks on her own face.But that's not how heredity works.

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put his foot down and that was the end of it. He was about the only one who could argue with the Master, your dad. You'd have been about four then, I think.'
Susan raised her in her head.
'I remember about that bathroom now,' she said. 'It's all coming back to me.'
'Nah, it never went away. It just got papered over.'
'He was no good at plumbing. What does Y M R‑C‑I‑G‑B‑S A, A­M mean?'
'Young Men's Reformed‑Cultists‑of‑the‑Ichor‑God‑Bel­Shamharoth Association, Ankh‑Morpork,' said Albert. 'It's where I stay if I have to go back down for anything. Soap and suchlike.'hand thoughtfully and touched the pale lines on her cheek.'The Master said they were raising you according to,' Albert sneered, 'modern methods. Logic. And thinking old stuff is silly. I dunno . . . I suppose they wanted to keep you away from . . . ideas like this . . .''I was given a ride on the horse,' said Susan, not listening to him. ' I had a bath in the big bathroom.''Soap all over the place,' said Albert. His face contorted into something approaching a smile. 'I could hear the Master laughing from here. And he made you a swing, too. Tried to, anyway. No magic or anything. With his actual hands.'Susan sat while memories woke and yawned and unfolded

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Detritus hit him over the head with his club.
'Up you get, now!' Detritus boomed.
'Thank you, Acting-Constable Detritus,' said Colon wearily. 'Captain Vimes is getting married today. We're Koing to provide a guard of honour. That's what we always used to do in the old days when a Watchman got wed. So I want helmets and breastplates bright and shiny. And cohorts gleaming. Not a speck of muck . . . where's Corporal Nobbs?'
There was a dink as Acting-Constable Detritus' hand bounced off his new helmet.
' Hasn't been seen for hours, sir!' he reported.
Colon rolled his eyes.soldiers! Hand off rock and on with sock! It another beautiful day inna Watch! Lance-Constable Coalface, on your feet, you horrible little man!'Twenty minutes later a bleary-eyed Sergeant Colon surveyed the troops. They were slumped on the benches, except for Acting-Constable Detritus, who was sitting bolt upright with an air of official helpfulness.'Right, men,' Colon began, 'now, as you—''You men, you listen up good right

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of meat in the middle of a piranha school.
Everyone dealt with it in their own way. Colon never thought about it, and Nobby didn't worry about it, and the new ones hadn't been in long enough to be worn down by it, and Carrot . . . was just himself.
Hundreds of people She stopped when she saw his expression. 'There's something wrong, isn't there?'
'I'm not going back,' said Vimes.
'Really? Last week you said you'd do a full watch. You said you were looking forward to it.'
Not much gets past old Sybil, Vimes thought.died in the city every day, often of suicide. So what did a few more matter?The Vimes inside hammered on the walls.There were quite a few coaches outside the Ramkin mansion, and the place seemed to be infested with assorted female relatives and Interchangeable Emmas. They were baking things and polishing things. Vimes strolled through, more or less unregarded.He found Sybil out in the dragon house, in her rubber boots and protective dragon armour. She was mucking out, apparently blissfully unaware of the controlled uproar in the mansion.She looked up as the door shut behind Vimes.'Oh, there you are. You're home early,' she said. 'I couldn't stand the fuss, so I came out here. But I'll have to go and change soon—'