There are worse battle cries (Terry Pratchett: Hogfather)

AND I MADE SURE SOME OF THEM SAW ME. I KNOW IF THEY ARE PEEPING, Death added proudly.
“Well done, sir.”
YES.
“Though here’s a tip, though. Just ‘ho, ho, ho’ will do. Don’t say, ‘Cower, brief mortals’ unless you want them to grow up to be moneylenders or some such.”

Det blir liksom ikke jul uten. Jeg hadde egentlig ikke tenkt å lese den denne jula, men så blidde det bare sånn likevel. Døden som sliter med julenissens plikter og byrder, er noe for seg selv (og vel så rørende som det meste i julefortellingsjangeren). 

“It’s all about the sun, master. White snow and red blood and the sun. Always has been.”
VERY WELL, THEN. THE HOGFATHER CAN TEACH PEOPLE THE UNREAL MEANING OF HOGSWATCH.
Albert spat over the side of the sleigh. “Hah! ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice If Everyone Was Nice,’ eh?”
THERE ARE WORSE BATTLE CRIES.

Og så er dette en av Unseen University’s beste Discworld-opptredener også. (The Cheerful Fairy! Ridcully som prøver Bloody Stupid Johnsons baderom!) De er best når de ikke bærer hovedhistorien.