Description: Not Letting Go of a Painful Memory

...Ridcully's mind kept on swinging back to the absent Dean the way a tongue plunges back to the site of a missing tooth. Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett

Action: Fast Fighting

There must have been a switch in this desk, too. A door flew open and two men burst in, one armed with two long knives, one with a crossbow. It was quite horrible, what Mr. Tulip did to them. It was, in its way, a kind of skill. When an armed man runs into a room in the knowledge that there is trouble, he needs a fraction of a second to assess, to decide, to calculate, to think. Mr. Tulip didn't need a fraction of a second. He didn't think. His hands moved by themselves. It required, even to the calculating eyes of Mr. Slant, a mental action replay. And even in the slow-mo of horror, it was hard to see Mr. Tulip grab the nearest chair and swing it. At the end of the blur two men lay unconscious, one with an arm twisted in a disconcerting way, and a knife was shuddering in the ceiling. From The Truth, by Terry Pratchett

Witticism: Smug Inner Voice

(bla bla bla), said the internal voice, and it sounded as if it was grinning.

Simile: A Loud Sound

As loud as a curse in a cathedral -- Mort by Terry Pratchett

Wit

He pushed his luck. It was clearly too weak to move by itself.

Source: The Fifth Elephant by Sir Terry Pratchett

Descriptive Settings: A Snowy Forest

Vimes wasn't good at forests. They were things you saw on the horizon. If he'd thought about them at all, he'd imagined a lot of trees, standing like poles, brown at the bottom, bushy and green at the top.

Here there were humps, and bumps, and dark branches weighted and creaking under the snow. It fell around him with a hiss. Occasionally lumps of the stuff would slide from somewhere above, and there would be another shower of frigid crystals as a branch sprang back.

Source: The Fifth Elephant by Sir Terry Pratchett

Character: Colon 2

[he] stood very still for a while, until his heartbeat wound down from a whine to at least a purr.

Source: The Fifth Elephant by Sir Terry Pratchett

Character: Colon

There were complaints, and memos, and invitations, and letters requesting "a few minutes of your time" and forms to fill in, and reports to read, and sentences containing words like "iniquitous" and "immediate action" and they tottered in his mind like a great big wave, poised to fall on him.

Source: The Fifth Elephant by Sir Terry Pratchett

Descriptive Settings: An Inventor's Room

There was a large attic room beyond, suddenly airy and bright and cheerful with sunlight from the windows in the roof. It seemed to be a cross between a workshop and a storeroom. Several bird skeletons hung from the ceiling and there were a few other bones on the worktables, along with coils of wire and metal springs and tubes of paint and more tools, many of them probably unique, than you normally saw in any one place. Only a narrow bed, wedged between a thing like a loom with wings and a large bronze statue, suggested that someone actually lived here. They were clearly someone who was obsessively interested in everything.

Source: The Fifth Elephant by Sir Terry Pratchett

Haha!

(Constable Reg Shoe): "Afternoon, Sergeant--"

"That's Captain," said Captain Colon. "See the pip on my shoulder, Reg?"

Reg looked closely. "I thought it was bird doings, Sarge."

"That's Captain," said Colon automatically. "It's only chalk now because I ain't got time to get it done properly," he said, "So don't be cheeky."

[They talk for a bit.]

A pigeon chose that diplomatic moment to flutter into the factory and land on Colon's shoulder, where it promoted him.

Source: The Fifth Elephant, by Sir Terry Pratchett