vicky world

“’…And give me some more coffee. Black as midnight on a moonless night.’ ‘How black’s that, then?’ he said. 'Oh, pretty damn black, I should think.’ 'Not necessarily.’ 'What?’ 'You get more stars on a moonless night. Stands to reason. They show up more. It can be quite bright on a moonless night.’ Vimes sighed. 'An overcast moonless night?’ he said. Harga looked carefully at his coffee pot. 'Cumulus or cirro-nimbus?’ 'I’m sorry? What did you say?’ 'You gets city lights reflected off cumulus, because it’s low lying, see. Mind you, you can get high-altitude scatter off ice crystals in-’ 'A moonless night,’ said Vimes, in a hollow voice, 'that is as black as that coffee.’ 'Right!’”

“The sun glows inside her chest the moon echoes from her eyes.”

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”