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“If… sir… would like to.. hop on the back of the cart, sir,” he said, carefully taking [the coin].
“Ach, right you are, then,” said the bearded mystery man after a pause. “Just a moment, this needs a wee bitty organizin’… Okay, youse hands, you just grab the side o’ the cart, and you leftie leg, ye gotta kinda sidle along… ach, crivens! Ye gotta bend! Bend! C’mon, get it right!” The hairy face turned to the carter. “Sorry aboot this,” it said. “I talk to my knees, but they dinna listen to me.”

– on teamwork | Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full Of Sky

leecherolis: “There’s always a story. It’s all…

leecherolis:

“There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.”
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky (Discworld, #32)

RIP. Sir Terry Pratchett  1948-2015

Drawn through snot and tears and a lifetime of the best memories, reading the best books written by one of the best people. Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU, Terry. Thank you so much.

whatdiscworldtaughtme:

whatdiscworldtaughtme:

564. You’re made up of the memories of your parents and your grandparents, all your ancestors. They’re in the way you look, in the colour of your hair. And you’re made up of everyone you’ve ever met who’s changed the way you think.

alicia-mb: Continuing with my Tiffany Aching c…

alicia-mb:

Continuing with my Tiffany Aching cover series, A Hat Full of Sky.

I really like the Tiffany books, especially Wintersmith – as it was the first Discworld book I read. (Yes, weird choice, but it was part of a stack of new releases sent by my mum’s library when I had my wisdom teeth out).

I decided then and there to embark on a reading quest of the massive Pratchett back catalogue.

grimfairytales: ‘Your grandmother,’ she said, …

grimfairytales:

‘Your grandmother,’ she said, ‘did she wear a hat?’

‘What? Oh … not usually,’ said Tiffany, still thinking about the show. ‘She used to wear an old sack as a kind of bonnet when the weather was really bad. She said hats only blow away up on the hill.’

‘She made the sky her hat, then,’ said Granny Weatherwax. ‘And did she wear a coat?’

‘Hah, all the shepherds used to say that if you saw Granny Aching in a coat it’d mean it was blowing rocks!’ said Tiffany proudly.

‘Then she made the wind her coat, too,’ said Granny Weatherwax. ‘It’s a skill. Rain don’t fall on a witch if she doesn’t want it to, although personally I prefer to get wet and be thankful.’

‘Thankful for what?’ said Tiffany.

‘That I’ll get dry later.’ Granny Weatherwax put down the cup and saucer. ‘Child you’ve come here to learn what’s true and what’s not but there’s little I can teach you that you don’t already know. You just don’t know you know it, and you spend the rest of your life learning what’s already in your bones. And that’s the truth.’

She stared at Tiffany’s hopeful face and sighed.

‘Come outside then,’ she said. ‘I’ll give you lesson one. It’s the only lesson there is. It don’t need writing down in no book with eyes on.’

She led the way to the well in her back garden, looked around on the ground and picked up a stick.

‘Magic wand.’ She said. ‘See?’ A green flame leaped out of it, making Tiffany jump. ‘Now you try.’

It didn’t work for Tiffany, no matter how much she shook it.

‘Of course not,’ said Granny. ‘It’s a stick. Now, maybe I made a flame come out of it, or maybe I made you think it did. That don’t matter. It was me is what I’m sayin’, not the stick. Get your mind right and you can make a stick your wand and the sky your hat and a puddle your magic … your magic … er, what’re them fancy cups called?’

‘Er … goblet,’ said Tiffany.

‘Right. Magic goblet. Things aren’t important. People are.’ Granny Weatherwax looked sidelong at Tiffany. ‘And I could teach you how to run across those hills of yours with the hare, I could teach you how to fly with the buzzard. I could tell you the secret of the bees. I could teach you all this and much more besides if you do just one thing, right here and now. One simple thing, easy to do.’

Tiffany nodded, eyes wide.

‘You understand, then, that all the glittery stuff is just toys, and toys can lead you astray?’

‘Yes!’

‘Then take of that shiny horse you wear around your neck, girl, and drop it in the well.’

Obediently, half-hypnotized by the voice, Tiffany reached behind her neck and undid the clasp.

The pieces of the silver horse shone as she held it over the water.

She stared at it as if she was seeing it for the first time. And then…

She tests people, she thought. All the time.

‘Well?’ said the old witch.

‘No,’ said Tiffany. ‘I can’t.’

‘Can’t or won’t?’ said Granny sharply.

‘Can’t,’ said Tiffany and stuck out her chin. ‘And won’t!’

She drew her hand back and fastened the necklace again, glaring defiantly at Granny Weatherwax.

The witch smiled. ‘Well done,’ she said quietly. ‘If you don’t know when to be a human being, you don’t know when to be a witch. And if you’re too afraid of going astray, you won’t go anywhere. May I see it, please?’

Tiffany looked into those blue eyes. Then she undid the clasp and handed over the necklace. Granny held it up.

‘Funny, ain’t it, that it seems to gallop when the light hits it,’ said the witch, watching it twist this way and that. ‘Well made thing. O’course, it’s not what a horse looks like, but it’s certainly what a horse is.’

Terry Pratchett  –  "A Hat Full of Sky"

jcsflo: Terry Pratchett’s Tiffany Aching.  (Do…

jcsflo:

Terry Pratchett’s Tiffany Aching. 

(Done in PS5 with Kyle T Websters’ amazing brushes)

queerdraws:

queerdraws:

“Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving” – Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

guiding-light: Granny Weatherwax’s beehives we…

guiding-light:

Granny Weatherwax’s beehives were tucked away down one side of the cottage. Some were the old straw kind, most were patched-up wooden ones. They thundered with activity, even this late in the year.

Tiffany turned aside to look at them, and the bees poured out in a dark stream. They swarmed toward Tiffany, formed a column, and–

She laughed. They’d made a witch of bees in front of her, thousands of them all holding station in the air. She raised her right hand. With a rise in the level of buzzing, the bee-witch raised its right hand. She turned around. It turned around, the bees carefully copying down every swirl and flutter of her dress, the ones on the very edge buzzing desperately because they had farthest to fly.

She carefully put down the big sack and reached out toward the figure. With another roar of wings it went shapeless for a moment, then re-formed a little way away, but with a hand out-stretched toward her. The bee that was the tip of its forefinger hovered just in front of Tiffany’s fingernail.

“Shall we dance?” said Tiffany.

In the clearing full of spinning seeds, she circled the swarm. It kept up pretty well, moving fingertip to buzzing tip, turning when she turned, although there were always a few bees racing to keep up.

Then it raised both its arms and twirled in the opposite direction, the bees in the “skirt” spreading out again as it spun. It was learning.

Tiffany laughed and did the same thing. Swarm and girl whirled across the clearing.

She felt happy and wondered if she’d ever felt this happy before. The gold light, the falling seeds, the dancing bees…it was all one thing. This was the opposite of the dark desert. Here, light was everywhere and filled her up inside. She could feel herself here but see herself from above, twirling with a buzzing shadow that sparkled golden as the light struck the bees, moments like this paid for it all.

– A Hat Full of Sky

aellae:

aellae:

Fan art of the second Tiffany Aching book: A Hat Full of Sky. I love this series so much so far! 

sociallyawkwardhufflepuff: “Why do you go awa…

sociallyawkwardhufflepuff:

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky