“Polly?' Said Wazzer. 'Yes?' 'You don't believe in The Duchess, do you? I mean the real Duchess, not your inn.' Polly looked into the small, pinched, intense face. 'Well I mean, they say she's dead, and I prayed to her… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“She is standing just behind you. Just behind your right shoulder." In the silence of the woods, Polly turned. "I can't see her," she said. "I am happy for you," said Wazzer, handing her the empty mug. "But I didn't… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
