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There's going to be trouble over this, Susan told herself.
And then she thought: I'm on the back of a horse a hundred feet up in the air, being taken somewhere mysterious that's a bit like a a cold white wall. On her right, the Rim Ocean carried a pathway to the moon. There was no wind, or even a great sensation of speed ‑ just the land flashing by, and the long slow strides of Binky.
And then someone spilled gold on the night. Clouds parted in front of her and there, spread below, was Ankh‑Morpork ‑ a city containing more Peril than even Miss Butts could imagine.
Torchlight outlined a pattern of streets in which magic land with goblins and talking animals. There's only so much more trouble I could get into . . .Besides, is riding a flying horse against school rules? I bet it's not written down anywhere.Quirm vanished behind her, and the world opened up in a pattern of darkness and moonlight silver. A chequer‑board pattern of fields strobed by in the moonlight, with the occasional light of an isolated farm. Ragged clouds whipped past and away.Away on her left the Ramtop Mountains were
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