"now they see sky, and they remember what they are"
A Shakespeare-ish mashup wherein Granny learns that drama is all pretend; Nanny is not impressed; Magrat and a Fool flirt awkwardly; and though destiny must be fulfilled, it’s not so particular that it can’t be tricked a little.
Magrat becomes a fairy godmother, and the witches take a trip to a town where stories twist people to fit inside. Also: don’t stand between two mirrors.
The wizards of Unseen University must (augh) compete in a football tournament or else face (gasp) food rationing.
Fifth novel of Discworld, concerning wizards, would-be barbarians, Rincewind (Wizzard), and (of course) a multi-pedal piece of sapient luggage. Wouldn’t be a Rincewind storyline without the fearsome sound of lots of tiny feet.
“The thirteenth of Terry Pratchett’s popular Discworld novels, published in 1992. It tells the origin of the god Om, and his relations with his prophet, the reformer Brutha. In the process, it satirises religious institutions, people, and practices, and the role of religion in political life.”
The Auditors don’t like personality (never say “I”); Death’s been acquiring one, so they fire him. He becomes a wicked good farmhand, while the new Death isn’t about yet so things aren’t dying like they should, which gets interesting.
The newest pyramid in Discworld’s counterpart to ancient Egypt, Djelibeybi (read it aloud), gets a little out of hand.
Fourth Discworld novel. Death gets an apprentice, who messes up the fabric of history because he likes a girl; meanwhile, Death tries out getting drunk and other “fun” human pasttimes. Turns out he’s a pretty good cook because he’s so quick with knives.
The Watch has new recruits representing minorities (dwarf, troll, werewolf), Vimes becomes Commander, Carrot (who seems a bit tall for a dwarf…) becomes Captain. There’s a gonne. And somebody is unsuspectingly the rightful king of Ankh-Morpork.
I haven’t found a good two-liner about this book. Here we meet the elves, whom we’ve all been daydreaming about (they’re so stylish and glamourous!); and we promptly, wholeheartedly, regret it.