Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Pop art why are you still here

You’ve come to call her, haven’t you? Let me see your hands.”
It wasn’t a request, it was a command. Diamanda found her hands moving of their own accord. Before she could pull them back the old Terry Pratchett
who’ll listen.” Granny Weatherwax’s eyes seemed to lose their focus.
“When you’re lonely, and people around you seem too stupid for words, and the world is full of secrets that no one’ll tell you ... “woman had grabbed them and held them firmly; her skin felt like sacking.“Never done a hard day’s work in your life, have you?” said Granny, pleasantly. “Never picked cabbages with the ice on ‘em, or dug a grave, or milked a cow, or laid out a corpse.”“You don’t have to do all that to be a witch!” Diamanda snapped.“Did I say so? And let me tell you something. About beautiful women in red with stars in their hair. And proba-bly moons, too. And voices in your head when you slept. And power when you came up here. She offered you lots of power, I expect. All you wanted. For free.”Diamanda was silent.“Because it happened before. There’s always someone111