Category: nanny ogg


First she visited Nanny Ogg, who had to be told everything. That saved some time, because once you’ve told Nanny Ogg, you’ve more or less told everyone else. When she heard exactly what Tiffany had done to the Wintersmith, she laughed and laughed.

– Nanny Ogg knows |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“Aye, weel, we’re as light as wee feathers,” said Big Yan. “An’ the wind blowin’ through the kilt keeps a man well aloft, ye ken.”
“I’m sure that’s a sight to see,” said Nanny Ogg.

– Nanny was made to hang out with Feegles |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith


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


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


“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


“Shall we hide under the kitchen table?” said Nanny as Tiffany tried to brush mud and cabbage off her dress. Then Nanny winked. “If it is going to explode?”
Her son Shawn came around the house with a bucket of water in each hand and stopped, looking disappointed that there was nothing to do with them.
“What was it, Mum?” he panted.
Nanny looked at Tiffany, who said: “Er… a giant rock fell out of the sky.”
“Giant rocks can’t stay up in the sky, miss!” said Shawn.
“I expect that’s why this one fell down, lad,” said Nanny briskly. “If you want to do something useful, you can stand guard and make sure nobody comes near it.”
“What shall I do if it explodes, Mum?”
“Come and tell me, will you?” said Nanny.

– mothering |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith


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