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Rincewind opened his eyes and lay for a moment looking up at the stuffed reptile. It was not the best thing to see when awakening from troubled dreams . . .
Magic! So that's what it felt like! No wonder wizards didn't have much truck with sex!
Rincewind knew what orgasms were, of course, he'd had a few in his time, sometimes even in company, but nothing in his experience even approximated to that tight, hot moment when every nerve in his body streamed'I hope it sells knives because I think I'd like to cut my head off,' said Rincewind. Something about the expression of the two opposite him sobered him up.
'That was a joke,' he said. 'Mainly a joke, anyway. Why are we in this shop?'
'We can't get out,' said Bethan. with blue-white fire and raw magic had blazed forth from his fingers. It filled you and lifted you and you surfed down the rising, curling wave of elemental force. No wonder wizards fought for power . . .And so on. The Spell in his head had been doing it, though, not Rincewind. He was really beginning to hate that Spell. He was sure that if it hadn't frightened away all the other spells he'd tried to learn he could have been a decent wizard in his own right. 'Somewhere in Rincewind's battered soul the worm of rebellion flashed a fang.Right, he thought. You're going back into the Octavo, first chance I get.He sat up.'Where the hell is this?' he said, grabbing his head to stop it exploding.'A shop,' said Twoflower mournfully.