He didn’t administer a reign of terror, just the occasional light shower.
Rincewind tried to force the memory out of his mind, but it was rather enjoying itself out there, terrorizing the other occupants and kicking over the furniture.
What a place! What a situation! What kind of man in his right mind would elect a known criminal to a higher branch of government? Apart from, say, the average voter.
‘What’s neck romance?’ she whispered.
‘Necromancy. Talking to the dead,’ he explained.
‘Oh,’ she said, vaguely disappointed.
in all my life, I have never encountered such an astounding act of trolling as the time I spent an hour and a half downloading what I thought was a Good Omens fanmix and then discovering that it was a Best of Queen album.
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