imagine it will vanish soon enough.'
And, indeed, the white flagstones around the glow looked as though they were unravelling and disappearing into it.
Rincewind hesitated.
'Aren't we 'We may never forgive him,' said Hakardly.
Rincewind groaned.
'What will be left when it's all over?' he said. 'What will be left?'
Hakardly looked down.
'I'm sorry,' he repeated.
The octarine light had grown brighter and was beginning to turn black around the edge. It wasn't the black that is merely the opposite of light, though; it was the grainy, shifting blackness going to help him?' he said.Hakardly stared at him, and then at the iridescent tableau. His mouth opened and shut once or twice.'I'm sorry', he said.'Yes, but just a bit of help on his side, you've seen what that thing is like-' 'I'm sorry."'He helped you.' Rincewind turned on the other wizards, who were scurrying away. 'All of you. He gave you what you wanted, didn't he?'
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment