Thief of Time - Crash

Ankh-Morpork was much closer now. Lobsang could make out some of the taller buildings, and see the river snaking across the plain. But the storm was coming up all around the city.

'I'm going to have to land this thing while I can!' Lu-Tze said. 'Hold on...'

The stick dropped until it was a few feet above the cabbage fields. The plants were a rushing green blur inches below Lobsang's sandals. Lobsang heard another word that, while not the worst you can hear while airborne, is not at all good when it's said by the person steering.

'Er...'

'Do you know how to stop this?' yelled Lobsang.

'Not in so many words,' shouted Lu-Tze. 'Hold on, I'm going to try something...'

The stick tilted up but kept moving in the same direction. The bristles dipped into the cabbages. It took the width of a field to slow down, at the end of a furrow with the smell that only squashed cabbage leaves can yield.

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The Thief of Time - p221-222