Thomas Kinkade Silent Night

Thomas Kinkade Silent NightThomas Kinkade Julianne's cottageThomas Kinkade Heather's Hutch
right,' he said. There is one spell. It slows down time over a little area. I'll write it down, but you'll have to find a wizard to say it.'
'I can do that.'
Albert ran a tongue like an old loofah over his dry lips.
There is a price, though,' he added. 'You must complete the Duty first.'
'Ysabell?' said Mort. She looked at the page in front of her.
'He means it,' she said. 'If you don't then everything will go wrong and he'll drop back into Time anyway.'
All three of them turned to look at the great clock that dominated the hallway. Its pendulum blade sawed slowly on the back of a Great A'Tuin cast in bronze and more than a metre long. The great rivers were represented by veins of jade, the deserts by powdered diamond and the most notable cities were picked outhrough the air, cutting time into little pieces.Mort groaned.'There isn't enough time!' he groaned. 'I can't do both of them in time!''The master would have found time,' observed Albert.Mort wrenched the blade from the doorway and shook it furiously but ineffectually towards Albert, who flinched.'Write down the spell, then,' he shouted. 'And do it fast!'He turned on his heel and stalked back into Death's study. There was a large disc of the world in one corner, complete down to solid silver elephants standing t in precious stones; Ankh-Morpork, for instance, was a carbuncle.
He plonked the two glasses down at the approximate locations of their owners and flopped down in Death's