Hogfather - Baby-sitter

“It doesn’t work here,” she said, as he stared at it in astonishment. “The blade doesn’t exist here. There’s no Death here!”

She slapped him across the face.

“Hi!” she said brightly. “I’m the inner baby-sitter!”

She didn’t punch. She just thrust out an arm, palm first, catching him under the chin and lifting him backward over the rail.

He somersaulted. She never knew how. He somehow managed to gain purchase on clear air.

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