Thomas Kinkade City by the Bay

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Good idea,’ said Ridcully. He looked up at the advancing wall of twisted wire. ‘Any idea how?’ he said.
‘Yo! Scallywags!’ said the Dean. He aimed his staff again. It made a sad little noise that, if it was written down, could only be spelled pfffft. A feeble spark fell off the end and on to the cobbles.
Windle Poons slammed another book shut. The Librarian winced. ‘Nothing! Volcanoes, tidal waves, wrath of gods, glanced across the Library to where Lupine was having his paw bandaged.
‘Librarian?’ he said softly.
‘Oook?’
‘You’ve changed species in your time . . . what would you do if, for the sake of argument, you found a couple of people who . . . well, suppose there was a wolf that changed into a wolfman at the full moon, and a woman that meddling wizards . . . I don’t want to know how other cities have been killed, I want to know how they ended . . .’The Librarian stacked another pile of books on the reading desk. Another plus about being dead, Windle was finding, was an ability with languages. He couldsee the sense in the words without knowing the actual meaning. Being dead wasn’t like falling asleep after all. It was like waking up. He