|"Rincewind, an inept wizard, is blackmailed into acting a guide for Twoflower, a tourist from Bes Palargic. Twoflower is keen to see all the sights of Ankh-Morpork - and is particulartly pleased to witness a pub brawl in the Broken Drum. He later causes the pub - and much of the city 0 to be burnt down for the insurance money. Outside of the city, Rincewind and Twoflower find themselves in a temple, a lair where a dragons exist if you believe in them, and finally, after many adventures, end up on the rim of the Disc, as sacrifices." |
"Terry Pratchet" by Andrew M Butler
|The fantasy genre.|
Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant "idiot".
Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'.
"You don't understand!" screamed the tourist, above the terrible noise of the wingbeats. "All my life I've wanted to see dragons!"
Hrun was one of the Circle Sea's more durable heroes: a fighter of dragons, a despoiler of temples, a hired sword, the kingpost of every street brawl. He could even - and unlike many heroes of Rincewind's acquaintance - speak words of more than two syllables, if given time and maybe a hint or two.
"Why must you always panic?" asked Twoflower petulantly.
My name is Radostina Georgieva, "Roddy".
I live in California.
I enjoy travelling, reading books, listening to music, going to the movies.
I am constantly looking for ways to challenge myself, learn, and grow.