Category: nac mac feegle

mirthfulartist: But she felt warm. In fact, s…

mirthfulartist:

But she felt warm. In fact, she felt hot, red-hot with anger … anger
at the bruised turf, anger at her own stupidity, anger at this beautiful
creature whose only talent was control.
This … creature was trying to take her world.

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mirthfulartist: A Wee Free Men spread for my b…

mirthfulartist:

Wee Free Men spread for my book illustration class. The centre line indicates the book’s seam.

The style changed a lot from sketch-to-final. I almost like the rough one better.

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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

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What happened during the Nac Mac Feegle’s search for the right smell was remembered by several witnesses (quite apart from all the owls and bats who were left spinning in the air by a broomstick being navigated by a bunch of screaming little blue men).

– dangerous times to be in the sky |
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full Of Sky

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From Fairies and How to Avoid Them by Miss Perspicacia Tick:
No one knows exactly how the Nac Mac Feegle step from one world to another. Those who have seen Feegles actually travel this way say that they apparently throw back their shoulders and thrust out one leg straight ahead of them. Then they wiggle their foot and are gone. This is known as “the crawstep,” and the only comment on the subject by a Feegle is “It’s all in the ankle movement, ye ken.” They appear to be able to travel magically between worlds of all kinds but not within a world. For this purpose, they assure people, they have “feets.”

– on Feegle locomotion |
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full Of Sky

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There was nothing to hear at first but the gentle splash of water, and then:
“This is no’ as bad as I thought!”
“Aye, very pleasin’.”
“Hey, there’s a big yellow duck here. Who’re ye pointin’ that beak at, yer scunner–”

There was a wet quack and some bubbling noises as the rubber duck sank.

– the feegles bathe |
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full Of Sky

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You had to remember that pictsies weren’t brownies. In theory brownies would do the housework for you if you left them a saucer of milk.
The Nac Mac Feegle… wouldn’t.
Oh, they’d try, if they liked you and you didn’t insult them with milk in the saucer. They were helpful. They just weren’t good at it.

– on the best of intentions |
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full Of Sky

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“And youse knees, you’re sacked! Crivens, I’m walkin’ like I got a big touch of the stoppies! You gae up to the stomach and send doon a couple of good knee men!”

– an unusual form of locomotion | Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

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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

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The stranger didn’t really have a face. There was nothing much to see between the droopy hat brim and the turned-up collar of the coat except a lot of beard. But from somewhere within the beard a voice said:
“…shudupshudup… will ye all shudup while I’m talkin’…. Ahem. Good day ta’ ye, carter fellow my ol’ fellowy fellow! If ye’ll gie us – me a lift as far as yer are goin’, we – I’ll gie ye this fine shiny golden coin!”

– un-suspicious |
Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky