|"Rincewind, last seen falling off the edge of the world, is rescued, along with the spell, which is lodged in his memory. Meanwhile the wizards summon Death, who warns them that unless the eight spells are said at a certain point, the world will end. Rincewind's presence is clearly required and Trymon, a wizard on the rise, will stop at nothing to get him. Rincewind, Twoflower and the Luggage wander from one crisis to another, aided by Cohen the Barbarian blissfully unaware of quite what is going on, and how they've emerged unscathed so far." |
"Terry Pratchet" by Andrew M Butler
|The epic fantasy.|
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
- DID YOU SAY HUMANS PLAY IT FOR FUN?
Galder: "I said I hope it is a good party."
- What is it that a man may call the greatest things in life?
The old shaman said carefully, "You didn't just see two men go through upside down on a broomstick, shouting and screaming at each other, did you?"
Early to rise, early to bed, makes a man healthy, wealthy and dead.
Rincewind knew what orgasms were, of course, he'd had a few in his time, sometimes even in company...
The druid stiffened. "*Nice?*" he said. "A triumph of the silicon chunk, a miracle of modern masonic technology -- nice?" "Oh, yes," said Twoflower, to whom sarcasm was merely a seven letter word beginning with S.
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.