Has anyone noticed the way that Sir Samuel Vimes and Granny Esmerelda Weatherwax resemble each other just a tad, in a sort of cousinly kind of way? The same sort of stare that scares the Bujesus out of you and makes you want to confess anything just to get some distance between you? Lilith, frankly, gives me the Woogelies down the spine with her plate of cookies and that smile.
Tiffany could not be more perfect with her book and cast iron skillet.
I get a kick out of the fact that Paul sculpted Rob Anybody, and now he glares threateningly at Terry from a shelf in his study.