The Kappamaki, a whaling research ship, was currently researching the question: How many whales can you catch in one week?

You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn't, he sent men to come and take it away.

And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.

Million-to-one chances...crop up nine times out of ten.

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought.

It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed,' although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had beed badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.

I'm not cruel, sir, I won't shoot you in the guts, but I will make you realize how much you took your toes for granted.