Passages for The Colour of Magic

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 The Colour of Magic, by Terry Pratchett
 
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+It has been remarked before that those who are sensitive to radiation in the far octarine - the eighth colour, the pigment of the Imagination - can see things that others cannot.
 
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+Thus it was that Rincewind, hurrying through the crowded, flare-lit, evening bazarrs of Morpork with the Luggage trundling behind him, jostled a tall figure, turned to deliver a few suitable curses, and beheld Death.
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+It had to be Death.  No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.
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+As he was drawn towards the Eye the terror-struck Rincewind raised the box protectively, and at the same time heard the picture imp say, 'They're about ripe now, can't hold them any longer.  Every-one smile, please.'
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+There was a -
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+- it didn't seem like light at all.
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+Bel-Shamharoth screamed, a sound that started in the far ultrasonic and finished somewhere in Rincewind's bowels.  The tentacles went momentarily as stiff as rods, hurling their various cargos around the room, before bunching up protectively in front of the abused Eye.  The whole mass dropped into the pit and a moment later the big slab was snatched up by several dozen tentacles and slammed into place, leaving a number of thrashing limbs trapped around the edge.
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