Leroy Neiman Mardi Gras ParadeLeroy Neiman Lights of BroadwayLeroy Neiman Jour du SoleilLeroy Neiman Jazz Horns Hrun shrugged and went back to oiling his biceps. They gleamed.
"Looks alright to me," he said.
"Try tossing a coin," said Rincewind.
"looking at it.
Magic never dies. It merely fades away.
Nowhere was this more evident on the wide blue What?" "Go on. Toss a coin.""Hokay," Said Hrun. "if it gives you any pleasure."He reached into his pouch and withdrew a handful of loose change plundered from a dozen realms.With some care he selected a Zchloty leaden quarter-iotum and balanced it on a purple thumbnail."You call," he said. "Heads or-" he inspected the obverse with an air of intense concentration, "some sort of a fish with legs.""When it's in the air," said Rincewind. Hrun grinned and flicked his thumb. The iotum rose, spinning."Edge," said Rincewind, without
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