Author: GNU Terry Pratchett

Sounds like a miracle to me,” croaked Brutha. …

Sounds like a miracle to me,” croaked Brutha. “Just because you can explain it doesn’t mean it’s not still a miracle.

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“And Tiffany knew that if a witch started thinking of anyone as “just” anything, that would be the first step on a well-worn path that could lead to, oh, to poisoned apples, spinning wheels, and a too-small stove… and to pain, and terror, and horror and the darkness.”
― Terry Pratchett, The Shepherd’s Crown




Lieutenant Blouse, leading the Monstrous Regiment into battle: let’s go lesbians let’s go LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO here we go lesbians..ROUNDING THE CORNER WITH A BUNCH OF LESBIANS HERE WE ARE CAN YOU HANDLE IT?!

bold of you to presume that Lieutenant Blouse has any idea that his regiment comprises entirely of lesbians



“‘How can I answer you? There is no language. There was a boy called Mau. I see him in my memory, so proud of himself because he was going to be a man. He cried for his family and turned the tears into rage. And if he could, he would say “Did not happen!” and the wave would roll backward and never have been. But there is another boy, and he is called Mau, too, and his head is on fire with new things. What does he say? He was BORN in the wave, and he knows that the world is round, and he met a ghost girl who is sorry she shot at him. He called himself the little blue hermit crab, scuttling across the sand in search of a new shell, but now he looks at the sky and knows that no shell will ever be big enough, EVER. Will you ask him not to BE? ANY answer will be the wrong one. All I can be is who I am. But sometimes I hear the boy inside crying for his family.’”

— Terry Pratchett, “Nation”
(Daphne asked him if he would go back in time.)



Good Omens- Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

steambastet: day 8


day 8



The two-man band struck up. The men, in two lines of three facing each other, counted the beat and then leaped… Tiffany turned to Granny as twelve hobnailed boots crashed to the ground, throwing up sparks.
“Tell me how to take away pain,” she said, above the noise of the dance.
“It’s hard,” said Granny, not taking her eyes off the dancers. Crash went the boots again.
“You can move it out of the body?”
“Sometimes. Or hide it. Or make a cage for it and carry it away. And all of it’s dangerous, and it will kill you if you don’t respect it, young woman. It is all price and no profit. You are asking me to tell you how to put your hand in the lion’s mouth.”
“I must know, to help the Baron. It’s bad. There is a lot I have to do.”
“This you choose to do?” said Granny, still watching.
“This is your Baron who doesn’t like witches?” said Granny, her gaze going from face to face in the crowd.
“But who does like witches until they need one, Mistress Weatherwax?” said Tiffany sweetly.
“This is a reckoning, Mistress Weatherwax,” Tiffany added. After all, once you’ve kissed the Wintersmith, you’re in the mood to dare. And Granny Weatherwax smiled, as if she’d done all that was expected of her.

– a new season, another reckoning |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

ajcrwl: 1. Here we go again. Warmed up a litt…


1. Here we go again. Warmed up a little.




“There were people who’d steal money from people. Fair enough. That was just theft. But there were people who, with one easy word, would steal the humanity from people. That was something else.”

— Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms



“You’re not one of us.”

“I don’t think I’m one of them, either,” said Brutha. “I’m one of mine.”

– Terry Pratchett – Small Gods