(x) Nanny Ogg by Bartek Drejewicz

“Nanny Ogg, on the other hand, was enthusiastically downing her third drink and, Granny thought sourly, was well along that path which would probably end up with her usual dancing on the table, showing her petticoats and singing ‘The Hedgehog Can Never be Buggered at All’.”

                  - Terry Pratchett, “Wyrd Sisters”

“From the lawn outside came Nanny Ogg’s cracked but enthusiastic voice telling the night sky that A Wizard’s Staff Has A Knob On The End.”

                  - Terry Pratchett, “Wyrd Sisters”

“Nanny Ogg had been married three times and ruled a tribe of children and grandchildren all over the kingdom. Certainly, it was not actually forbidden for witches to get married. Granny had to concede that, but reluctantly. Very reluctantly.”

                  - Terry Pratchett, “Wyrd Sisters”

(x) Sally von Humpeding by Bartek Drejewicz

“‘He is in fact she,’ said Lord Vetinari. He glanced down at his paperwork. 'Salacia Deloresista Amanita Trigestatra Zeldana Malifee…’ He paused, turned over several pages, and said, 'I think we can skip some of these, but they end "von Humpeding”. She is fifty-one, but’ he added quickly, before Vimes could seize on this revelation, 'that is no age at all for a vampire. Oh, and she’d prefer to be known simply as Sally.’“

              - Terry Pratchett, "Thud!”

“Vimes eased himself into his chair and looked at the damned vampire. She could have passed for sixteen; it was certainly hard to believe that she was not a lot younger than Vimes. She had short hair, which Vimes had never seen on a vampire before, and looked, if not like a boy, then like a girl who wouldn’t mind passing for one.”

              - Terry Pratchett, “Thud!”

(x) Detritus by Bartek Drejewicz

“The thing about fires, Vimes had once observed, was that only an idiot got between them and a troll holding a 2000lb crossbow. All hell hadn’t been let loose. It was merely Detritus. But from a few feet away you couldn’t tell the difference.”

         - Terry Pratchett, “Feet of Clay”

“‘Aagragaah. It mean lit’rally der time when you see dem little pebbles and you jus’ know dere’s gonna be a great big landslide on toppa you and it already too late to run. Dat moment, dat’s aagragaah.’
'…Where does the word come from?’
'Maybe it names after der soun’ you make just as a t’ousand ton of rock hit you’”

         - Terry Pratchett, “Thud!”

(x) Carrot Ironfounderssson by Bartek Drejewicz

“Now pull back briefly from the dripping streets of Ankh-Morpork, pan across the morning mists of the Disc, and focus in again on a young man heading for the city with all the openness, sincerity and innocence of purpose of an iceberg drifting into a major shipping lane.

The young man is called Carrot. This is not because of his hair, which his father has always clipped short for reasons of Hygiene. It is because of his shape. It is the kind of tapering shape a boy gets through clean living, healthy eating, and good mountain air in huge lungfuls. When he flexes his shoulder muscles, other muscles have to move out of the way first.”

              - Terry Pratchett, “Guards! Guards!”

“Vimes rolled his eyes. It worked… but how did it work? He’d heard plenty of good speakers, and Captain Carrot was not among them. He hesitated, lost the thread, repeated himself and in general made a mess of the whole thing.

And yet…

And yet…

He watched the faces that were watching Carrot. There were the D'regs, and some of the Klatchians who had stayed behind, and Willikins and his reduced company. They were listening. It was a kind of magic. He told people they were good chaps, and they knew they weren’t good chaps, but the way he told it made them believe it for a while. Here was someone who thought you were a noble and worthy person, and somehow it would be unthinkable to disappoint them. It was a mirror of a speech, reflecting back to you what you wanted to hear. And he meant it all.


Carrot brandished the spear.

‘And I promise you this,’ he shouted, 'if we succeed, noone will remember. And if we fail, no one will forget!’

Probably one of the worst rallying cries, Vimes thought, since General Pidley’s famous 'Lees all get our throats cut, boys!’ but it got a huge cheer. And once again he speculated that there was magic going on at some bonedeep level. People followed Carrot out of curiosity.”

              - Terry Pratchett, “Jingo”