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Bobby Ingram
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This is by far the best City Watch writing yet. I loved the prior City Watch appearances immensely.
Daily Watch:
“Oh, gods,” muttered Colon. He could feel the drainpipe with his boot now. But getting a grip would mean there would have to be one long, bottomless moment when he was not exactly holding on to the roof and not exactly holding
on to the drainpipe and in very serious peril of holding on to the ground.
— 3 hours, 10 min ago
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“Oh, gods,” muttered Colon. He could feel the drainpipe with his boot now. But getting a grip would mean there would have to be one long, bottomless moment when he was not exactly holding on to the roof and not exactly holding
on to the drainpipe and in very serious peril of holding on to the ground.
Bobby Ingram
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Just a little reading today because I was busy making then stressing that reel.
Daily Pratchett:
The soul of the rat—for anything so similar in so many ways to human beings certainly has a soul—watched gloomily as the figure took its recent
habitation by the tail and towed it away. Then it looked up at the Death of Rats, who appeared a lot more solid now.
“Squeak?” it said.
The Grim Squeaker nodded. SQUEAK.
— 23 hours, 57 min ago
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Daily Pratchett:
The soul of the rat—for anything so similar in so many ways to human beings certainly has a soul—watched gloomily as the figure took its recent
habitation by the tail and towed it away. Then it looked up at the Death of Rats, who appeared a lot more solid now.
“Squeak?” it said.
The Grim Squeaker nodded. SQUEAK.
Bobby Ingram
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Back at it after a pause for Euros/Awards/the hell that is my mental health as a BJJ enthusiast
Daily Pratchett:
"What's this, then?"
“His imperial lordship’s bar bill,” said the barman.
“Don’t be daft, no one can drink that much…I’m not payin’!”
“I’m including breakages, mind you.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
The barman pulled a heavy hickory stick from its hiding place under the bar.
“Arms? Legs? Suit yourself,” he said.
— Feb 05, 2026 11:36AM
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Daily Pratchett:
"What's this, then?"
“His imperial lordship’s bar bill,” said the barman.
“Don’t be daft, no one can drink that much…I’m not payin’!”
“I’m including breakages, mind you.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
The barman pulled a heavy hickory stick from its hiding place under the bar.
“Arms? Legs? Suit yourself,” he said.
