Book: Guards! Guards!. Page 1

The streets were filled with treasure seekers, each with a shovel in his hand. If the dragon really made a bed for himself somewhere in the city, then tomorrow he will have to sleep on the floor.

The boy does not know the meaning of the word "fear". It is a pity that he also does not know the meaning of the word "survival" ...

dragons to the lantern how you look if you have a feeder in your hands.

In the end, Ankh-Morpork came up with the best way to deal with the besieging troops - you just need to open the gates, let the conquerors in and become related to them.

The thieves controlled crime far better than the City Watch ever did. Now the guards had to go out of their way, working twice as hard to cut down on crime even a little, when all the Thieves Guild had to do was work a little less.

This type of weapon was not encouraged in the city, since, for all its power, the crossbow had one unpleasant feature, namely, that the shooter from it hit some innocent passerby exactly a hundred yards from the innocent passerby he was aiming at.

The guard gave him a look that might well have been described as 'mysterious'. The mystery was that in this look, for some reason, the pain of the whole world was visible.

To his amazement, the door was opened for him by a butler - so ancient that one might think that it was a knock on the door that resurrected him.

If you serve in the Guard, boy, you shouldn't run too fast... You can be a fast guard or an old guard, but you can't be both fast and old at the same time.

Ah, if only Captain Vimes were there, he thought. - He wouldn't know what to do either, but his vocabulary, behind which, like behind a smokescreen, you can hide this ignorance, is much wider.

In the good old days, everything was much easier ... All you had to do was kill the dragon.

“And there’s nothing to stare at me,” Nobbs got excited. - I can recognize a real lady at first sight. She treated me to tea and the cup was thin, like a sheet of paper, and in it was a real silver spoon, ”he continued in the tone of a man who was lucky enough to throw a shaky bridge over a gigantic social abyss. "And I got the spoon back, so stop staring at me!"

We lose before we even start. The enemy need not worry, there will be no battles. Give an Ankh-Morpork man a club and he ends up beating himself to death.

... From Vimes' point of view, it seemed absolutely fair. The rich man and the latest street beggar are no different from each other, except that the first has a lot of money, food, power, good clothes and good health. But he is no better. Except richer, fatter, more powerful, healthier and better dressed.