ColonelGiraffi

ColonelGiraffi t1_itd05fh wrote

“And then Young Sam had come along.

At first it had been fine. The baby was, well, a baby, all lolling head and burping and unfocused eyes, entirely the preserve of his mother.

And then, one evening, his son had turned and looked directly at Vimes, with eyes that for his father outshone the lamps of the world, and fear had poured into Sam Vimes’ life in a terrible wave.

All this good fortune, all this fierce joy … it was wrong.”

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