![]() ![]() Under night's damp cloak assassins assassinated, thieves thieved, hussies hustled. Rats of various species went about their nocturnal occasions. A thin drizzle dripped from the gray sky and punctuated the river mist that coiled among the streets. In another space entirely, it was early morning in Ankh-Morpork, oldest and greatest and grubbiest of cities. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly and proud and arrogant.Īnd presumably, somewhere, there's the key. Not a cubic inch there but is filled by a claw, a talon, a scale, the tip of a tail, so the effect is like one of those trick drawings and your eyeballs eventually realize that the space between each dragon is, in fact, another dragon. Possibly the word we're looking for here is.Īnd although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. Not waiting, because waiting implies expectation. ![]()
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