This is the culmination of my fangirlishness over Discworld. A while back I wrote a little Discworld, specifically the City Watch, story centering around the question of what is the most precious thing in the world. This poor lass (a thinly vieled Alter Ego of Jess of Y&Y) starts thed ball rolling by showing up unconscious on Gleam Street. It's the only time I've ever really written good Angst, and by far my finest display of getting into members of the Watch's heads. Of course, now people want to know the original happy ending was, so I'm working up on the follow-up "Doors and Locks", with Death, the Bucket, and Lord Downey throwing a hissy fit.
You can read Keys HERE
. Marvel at my somewhat unsuckiness.