LINKDING

<blockquote>“You’re staring at Mister Vimes, Reg.” “Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’ back as he speaks to some new recruits. “Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?” “He… just reminds me of someone, sometimes. The Commander.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>It wasn’t that she’d joined up because of Polly, per se. The notion had been percolating for some time. Somewhere between the coffee fiasco and the sack of beans delivered straight to her skull via pigeon, her military record had gotten a little … embarrassing. Mal did not generally do embarrassing. She was quite sure that she could do better the second time around. The question she’d been stuck on was how much difference that would make if Borogravia itself could not do better.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Tradition, Commander,” Vetinari said smoothly. “The Commander of the Watch, historically, is a ducal title. It seems only right that with the…passing of Sir Samuel, and your own ascendancy to—” “Mister Vimes was only a duke because he married Lady Sybil!” Angua interrupted, too aghast to care about the breach of protocol.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When you die, you have to walk a desert. Obi-Wan and Anakin are dead, and they've been to deserts before.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For long moments, man and ape stared at one another. Finally, Daniel said, "If you're a Furling, Jack is never going to let me live this down." "Ook," the creature replied sympathetically. Daniel takes a wrong turn in an off-world library and strays through L-Space to Unseen University.</blockquote>

➤ in which Vimes doesn't get to go home ➤ (From Vetinari's perspective)

<blockquote>There are five New Years: the first for kings, the second for cattle, the third for calendars, the fourth for trees, and the fifth for golems.</blockquote>

<blockquote>i. Sam Vimes dies at nineteen, and not in his bed. </blockquote> ➤ Vimes' various deaths

<blockquote>Twyla's on the run. Dorfl's on the case.</blockquote>

➤ the one where Javert falls through a hole in reality from the Seine onto the Ankh. ➤ continued at http://ceruleancynic.tumblr.com/post/80004250086/i-am-from-the-gutter-contd

<blockquote>A moment between Mal and Polly on the way to find Blouse.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Death and Vetinari can't go shopping for curtains, can they? Take this!</blockquote>

➤ does what it says on the tin

<blockquote>Carrot's a dwarf. And, as a dwarf, she doesn't see why being a woman is any kind of problem.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I think want I most want out of this version is Enjolras and bb!Vetinari being VERY INTENSE at each other about politics in Snapcase's Ankh-Morpork, and then not having any sex at all. Ever. (I actually have had all sorts of THOUGHTS about the political philosophies underlying much of Discworld for a long time, it kind of needs an Enjolras to be intensely republican about it, so much.) Meanwhile, wizzard!Grantaire tries to pick up Young Vimes at a tavern, but ends up just getting him very drunk while listening to him rant about his love for his bitch of a City, and begins to suspect he has a Type.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It began, as did so many bewilderments small and large, with a declaration by Captain Carrot.</blockquote> ➤ In which Carrot is a female. And very much a dwarf.

<blockquote>Some walked the path to a witch's door with fearful desperation; some walked it with false bravado, and some with foolish daydreams. Esme walked it with a tent, and set it up on the lawn.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The wedding of Cheery Littlebottom and Keen Slatequarry lasted precisely two and a half minutes, which made it by far the best wedding Sam Vimes had ever attended.</blockquote>

➤ in which Dawn Summers and Susan Sto Helit are college roommates

<blockquote>It is a truth universally acknowledged that a text in possession of more than a passing reference to a certain literary work that shall not be named, must begin with the phrase 'It is a truth universally acknowledged'.</blockquote> ➤ In which Jane Gordon from Snuff goes to Ankh Morpork

<blockquote>She meets Havelock, too young and too bright and too full of revolution, a baby Assassin with nothing better to do, in a bar that Ogg told her was worth a stop. Ogg’s a liar, but Havelock isn’t. He’s got too much guile to lie.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Sometimes he catches Carrot’s eye, in the city’s darker moments, and thinks he sees a something there. It’s always fleeting, there-and-gone-again, replaced at once with that genial smile, but Vetinari’s too quick to miss it. We could raise cities together, he thinks, we could raze worlds, but he has a job to do. He is the man, and he has the vote, so he looks away and swallows.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Death's granddaughter cannot possibly be pregnant. Literally.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The Truth investigates fearlessly, at the gentle suggestion of Lord Vetinari. The Guild of Trumpeters, Buglers and Practitioners of the Annunciatory Arts is powerless to resist.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's a terrible thing to be nearly sixteen and the wrong species. What if his species wasn't the only thing Carrot was wrong about?</blockquote>

<blockquote>"So, just to get it straight: you killed Mr. Hambit, who slaughtered your ox, who drank from the lake that quenched the fire that burnt the stick that beat the dog that bit your cat that ate Mr. Hambit's goat that cost two zuzes." THAT COST TEN ANKH MORPORK DOLLARS, ACTUALLY. BUT YOUR CHAIN OF EVENTS IS CORRECT. I BELIEVE THIS IS CALLED A MOTIVE?</blockquote>

<blockquote>The problem was that Death was too straightforward. Vetinari was used to thinking in twists, loops, and three steps ahead.</blockquote> ➤ In which Vetinari has a near-death experience

➤ In which, during Night Watch, young Sam makes an overture to "Keel", and Vimes thinks about life choices.

➤ In which Drumknott deduces what day is Vetinari's birthday, and gives him the World's Greatest Boss mug. "It's the thought that counts."

<blockquote>A man, a very old dog, and the inevitable</blockquote>