“Mistress
Weatherwax a bit poorly, is she?” said Hodgesaargh, coming in.
“I
think you could certainly say that, yes.”“Oh dear. Want some tea?”
“What?”
“It’s a nasty night. If we’re stopping up, I’ll put the kettle on.”
“Do you realize, man, that she might get up from there a bloodthirsty vampire?”
“Oh.” The falconer looked down at the still figure and the smoking anvil. “Good idea to face her with a cup of tea inside you, then,” he said.
(from Carpe
Jugulum by Terry Pratchett)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment