Category: granny weatherwax

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Professor McGonagall and Granny Weatherwax would surely find smth to talk about over a cup of tea

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On the chilly river just above the thundering Lancre falls, a tree trunk was moored. Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg stood on a huge, water-worn stone in the middle of the torrent and watched it. 

– this is just such a good image I had to share it |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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She showed them the picture in the book. All sorts of fruits, vegetables, and grain were spilling from the Cornucopia’s wide mouth.
“Mostly fruit, though,” said Nanny. “Not many carrots, but I suppose they’re up in the pointy end. They’d fit better there.”
“Typical artist,” said Granny. “He just painted the showy stuff in the front. Too proud to paint an honest potato!” She poked at the page with an accusing finger. “And what about these cherubs? We’re not going to get them too, are we? I don’t like to see little babies flying through the air.”
“They turn up a lot in old paintings,” said Nanny Ogg. “They put them in to show it’s Art and not just naughty pictures of ladies with not many clothes on.”
“Well, they’re not fooling me, said Granny Weatherwax.

– art critics |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“I think it’s the Cornucopia.”
There was the sound of voices outside and the door was flung open.
“Blessings be upon this house,” said Granny Weatherwax, stamping snow off her boots. “Your boy said I shouldn’t come in, but I think he was wrong. I came as quick as I could. What’s happened?”
“We’ve got cornucopias,” said Nanny Ogg, “whatever they are.”

– I would read a book that’s just Nanny and Granny going about their day |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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Find the story, Granny Weatherwax always said. She believed that the world was full of story shapes. If you let them, they controlled you. But if you studied them, if you found out about them… you could use them, you could change them…
Miss Treason had known all about stories, yes? She’d spun them like a spiderweb, to give herself power. And they worked because people wanted to believe them. And Nanny Ogg told a story, too. Fat, jolly Nanny Ogg, who liked a drink (and another drink, thank you kindly) and was everyone’s favorite grandmother… but those twinkling little eyes bore into your head and read all your secrets.
Even Granny Aching had a story. She’d lived in the old shepherding hut, high on the hills, listening to the wind blowing over the turf. She was mysterious, alone – and the stories floated up and gathered around her, all those stories about her finding lost lambs even though she was dead, all those stories about her, still, watching over people…
People wanted the world to be a story, because stories had to sound right and they had to make sense. People wanted the world to make sense.

– filters for the world |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“Granny, your hat squeaked,” said Tiffany. “It went meep!
“No it didn’t,” Granny said sharply.
“It did, you know,” said Nanny Ogg. “I heard it too.”
Granny Weatherwax grunted and pulled off her hat. The white kitten, curled around her tight bun of hair, blinked in the light.
“I can’t help it,” Granny muttered. “if I leave the dratted thing alone, it goes under the dresser and cries and cries.” She looked around at the others as if daring them to say anything. “Anyway,” she added, “it keeps m’ head warm.”

– kittens have many uses |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“The, er, Wintersmith and the Summer Lady are, uh, that is, they’ve never–” She looked imploringly at Nanny Ogg.
“They’ve never met except in the Dance,” said Nanny. “But now here you are, and you feel like the Summer Lady to him, walking around as bold as brass in the wintertime, so you might be… how shall I put it…?”
“…exciting his romantic propensities,” said Miss Tick quickly.
“I wasn’t going to describe it quite like that,” said Nanny Ogg.
“Yes, I suspects you weren’t!” said Granny. “I suspects you was going to use Language!”

– Language |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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I bet that I’m the only person in the world about to do this, she thought as she lowered both her feet into a tray of soil that Nanny had hastily shoveled up. Granny Weatherwax and Miss Tick were both sitting on bare wooden chairs, despite the fact that the grey cat Greebo was occupying the whole of one big saggy armchair. You didn’t want to wake up Greebo when he wanted to sleep.
“Can you feel anything?” asked Miss Tick.
“It’s a bit cold, that’s all – oh… something’s happening…”
Green shoots appeared around her feet, and grew quickly. Then they went white at the base and gently pushed Tiffany’s feet aside as they began to swell.
“Onions?” said Granny Weatherwax scornfully.
“Well, they were the only seeds I could find quickly,” said Nanny Ogg, poking at the glistening white bulbs. “Good size. Well done, Tiff.”
Granny looked shocked. “You’re not going to eat those, are you, Gytha?” she said accusingly. “You are, aren’t you? You’re going to eat them!”
Nanny Ogg, standing up with a bunch of onions in each pudgy hand, looked guilty, but only for a moment.
“Why not?” she said stoutly. “Fresh vegetables are not to be sneezed at in the winter. And anyway, her feet are nice and clean.”

– Nanny is a practical woman |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“Blessings be upon this house,” said Granny, but in a voice that suggested that if blessings needed to be taken away, she could do that, too.
“Quite probably,” said Nanny Ogg.
“It’s Ped Fecundis, then?” Granny nodded at Tiffany.
“Looks like a bad case. the floorboards started growing after she walked over them in bare feet.”
“Ha! Have you given her anything for it?” said Granny.
“I prescribed a pair of slippers.”

– I’ve missed their dynamic so much |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith