Category: Tiffany Aching

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“And Tiffany knew that if a witch started thinking of anyone as “just” anything, that would be the first step on a well-worn path that could lead to, oh, to poisoned apples, spinning wheels, and a too-small stove… and to pain, and terror, and horror and the darkness.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd’s Crown

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The two-man band struck up. The men, in two lines of three facing each other, counted the beat and then leaped… Tiffany turned to Granny as twelve hobnailed boots crashed to the ground, throwing up sparks.
“Tell me how to take away pain,” she said, above the noise of the dance.
Crash!
“It’s hard,” said Granny, not taking her eyes off the dancers. Crash went the boots again.
“You can move it out of the body?”
Crash! 
“Sometimes. Or hide it. Or make a cage for it and carry it away. And all of it’s dangerous, and it will kill you if you don’t respect it, young woman. It is all price and no profit. You are asking me to tell you how to put your hand in the lion’s mouth.”
Crash!
“I must know, to help the Baron. It’s bad. There is a lot I have to do.”
“This you choose to do?” said Granny, still watching.
“Yes!”
Crash!
“This is your Baron who doesn’t like witches?” said Granny, her gaze going from face to face in the crowd.
“But who does like witches until they need one, Mistress Weatherwax?” said Tiffany sweetly.
Crash!
“This is a reckoning, Mistress Weatherwax,” Tiffany added. After all, once you’ve kissed the Wintersmith, you’re in the mood to dare. And Granny Weatherwax smiled, as if she’d done all that was expected of her.

– a new season, another reckoning |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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The two-man band struck up. The men, in two lines of three facing each other, counted the beat and then leaped… Tiffany turned to Granny as twelve hobnailed boots crashed to the ground, throwing up sparks.
“Tell me how to take away pain,” she said, above the noise of the dance.
Crash!
“It’s hard,” said Granny, not taking her eyes off the dancers. Crash went the boots again.
“You can move it out of the body?”
Crash! 
“Sometimes. Or hide it. Or make a cage for it and carry it away. And all of it’s dangerous, and it will kill you if you don’t respect it, young woman. It is all price and no profit. You are asking me to tell you how to put your hand in the lion’s mouth.”
Crash!
“I must know, to help the Baron. It’s bad. There is a lot I have to do.”
“This you choose to do?” said Granny, still watching.
“Yes!”
Crash!
“This is your Baron who doesn’t like witches?” said Granny, her gaze going from face to face in the crowd.
“But who does like witches until they need one, Mistress Weatherwax?” said Tiffany sweetly.
Crash!
“This is a reckoning, Mistress Weatherwax,” Tiffany added. After all, once you’ve kissed the Wintersmith, you’re in the mood to dare. And Granny Weatherwax smiled, as if she’d done all that was expected of her.

– a new season, another reckoning |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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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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“Winter is over. I know. I’ve seen it through. Where it took me, there I chose to go. I chose when I danced with the Wintersmith.”

– this I choose to do |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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“Please,” she said, “take the winter away. Go back to your mountains. Please.”
Frost in front of me…
“No. I am Winter. I cannot be anything else.”
“Then you cannot be human,” said Tiffany. “The last three lines are: ‘Strength enough to build a home, Time enough to hold a child. Love enough to break a heart.”
Balance… and it came quickly, out of nowhere, lifting her up inside.
The center of the seesaw does not move. It feels neither upness nor downness. It is balanced.
Balance… and his lips were like blue ice. She’d cry, later, for the Wintersmith who wanted to be human.
Balance… and the old kelda had once told her: “There’s a little bitty bit inside ye that willna melt and flow.”
Time to thaw.
She shut her eyes and kissed the Wintersmith…
…and drew down the sun.
Frost to fire.


Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

Where this takes me, there I choose to go, she…

Where this takes me, there I choose to go, she told herself, letting the warmth pour into her. I choose. This I choose to do. And I’m going to have to stand on tiptoe, she added.

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I should never have left here in the first place, Tiffany thought. Perhaps I should have stayed and tried to learn things by myself. But if I hadn’t gone, would I still be me? Know what I know? Would I have been as strong as my grandmother, or would I just be a cackler? Well, I’ll be strong now.
When the killing weather was blind nature, you could only cuss; but if it was walking about on two legs… then it was war. And there would be a reckoning!

– going away and coming back is not the same as never leaving |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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She went to the door. As she opened it, a few snowflakes fell, but as if suddenly happy to have an audience, more began to pour down until – with no sound but a hiss – the night turned white. She held out her hand to catch some flakes and looked at them very closely. Little icy Tiffanys melted away.
Oh, yes. He had found her.
He mind went cold, but crystal wheels of thought spun fast.
She could take a horse? …No, she’d not get far on a night like this. She should’ve kept that broomstick!
She shouldn’t have danced.
There was nowhere to run to. She’d have to face him again, and face him here, and stop him dead. In the mountains, with their black forests, endless winter was hard to imagine. It was easier here, and because it was easier it was worse, because he was bringing winter into her heart. She could feel it growing colder.
But the snow was inches deep already, in this short time. She was a shepherd’s daughter before she was a witch, and at this time, in this place, there were more immediate things to do.

– winter on the chalk |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

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Annagramma had gone for him in a rage! Tiffany wished she could be that angry. She’d have to go back and thank her, too. Annagramma was going to be all right, at least. People had seen her turn into a screaming, green-skinned monster. They could respect a witch like that. Once you got respect, you’d got everything.

– worth a try on roundworld too | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith