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Petronella Pine nedstammer fra en lang rekke damer med helt spesielle, magiske evner. Nå er hun lærling hos en ekte heks, og får virkelig satt sine heksekunster på prøve. Må hun stole på egne krefter, eller vil hun nok en gang få hjelp av skrellingene? Dette er den andre boken om Petronella Pine.
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Something is coming after Tiffany . . . Tiffany Aching is ready to begin her apprenticeship in magic. She expects spells and magic - not chores and ill-tempered goats! Surely there must be more to witchcraft than this! What Tiffany doesn't know is that an insidious, disembodied creature is pursuing her. This time, neither Mistress Weatherwax (the greatest witch in the world) nor the fierce, six-inch-high Wee Free Men can protect her. In the end, it will take all of Tiffany's inner strength to save herself . . . if it can be done at all. THE SECOND BOOK IN THE TIFFANY ACHING SEQUENCE
Utgivelsesår 2012
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780552551441
EAN 9780552551441
Serie Discworld
Genre Humor Fantasy
Språk Engelsk
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She was never likely to say, out loud, "I wish that I could marry a handsome prince," but knowing that if you did you'd probably open the door to find a stunned prince, a tied-up priest and a Nac Mac Feegle grinning cheerfully and ready to act as Best Man definitely made you watch what you said.
Det kan ta livet av ein mann, det å tenkje.
Store-Jan Skrelling
It turned out that when Miss Level had asked Tiffany if she was scared of heights, it had been the wrong question. Tiffany was not afraid of heights at all. She could walk past tall trees without batting an eyelid. Looking up at huge towering mountains didn't bother her a bit.
What she was afraid of, although she hadn't realized it up until this point, was depths. She was afraid of dropping such a long way out of the sky that she'd have time to run out of breath screaming before hitting the rocks so hard that she'd turn to a sort of jelly and all her bones would break into dust. She was, in fact, afraid of the ground. Miss Level should have thought before asking the question.
'Rain don't fall on a witch if she doesn't want it to, although personally I prefer to get wet and be thankful.'
'Thankful for what?' said Tiffany.
'That I'll get dry later.'
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colours. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. The words ran through Tiffany's mind as she watched the sheep, and she found herself fill up with joy - at the new lambs, at life, at everything. Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It's a feeling inside that can hardly be contained. It came out as laughter.