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As the light distilled from silver to gold Mor…

As the light distilled from silver to gold Mort galloped across a flat, chilly landscape, checkered with cabbage fields from edge to edge. There are many things to be said about cabbages. One may talk at length about their high vitamin content, their vital iron contribution, the valuable roughage and commendable food value. In the mass, however, they lack a certain something; despite their claim to immense nutritional and moral superiority over, say, daffodils, they have never been a sight to inspire the poet’s muse. Unless he was hungry, of course.

But Trevor Truran, who designs games the way o…

But Trevor Truran, who designs games the way other people breathe, came up with something good in ‘Koom Valley’–the game’s working title.  It was what I’d asked for: a true Discworld game, a game that could reasonably exist and be played there.  It pitches dwarfs against trolls–a conflict hallowed by time–and, in order to play a complete game you have to play both sides, which was a specification I hadn’t laid down but which was exactly what I wanted.  A game which forces you to think and play like your hereditary enemy could be extremely useful to a thoughtful author.  It had the right feel, in short, and slotted neatly into Discworld history.

It looked easy to play, but championship players have told me it can stretch the mind more than chess.  It also gave me the germ of a plot, which quite soon afterwards got written.

Men should die for lies. But the truth is too …

Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.



A commission piece I did for a friend of Rincewind from Discworld. 

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this…

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.



In this house, we love, respect, and miss Sir Terry Pratchett. This isn’t the whole of my Discworld collection, and I don’t own all of the books – I read them from the library, in a bizarre order decided entirely by which ones I could get my hands on at any given time, and have been slowly acquiring them secondhand over the course of several years. There are 40+ of them, so it’s taking a while, but one day I’ll have them all.

#QOTD: What’s the longest series you’ve ever read?


#ReadWithRobinAug18 – Day 21 – Fantasy Love



“His philosophy was a mixture of three famous schools—the Cynics, the Stoics, and the Epicureans—and summed up all three of them in his famous phrase, “You can’t trust any bugger further than you can throw him, and there’s nothing you can do about it, so let’s have a drink. Mine’s a double, if you’re buying.”

~ Terry Pratchett, Small Gods



Winter never dies. Not as people die. It hangs on in late frost and the smell of autumn in a summer evening, and in the heat it flees to the mountains.
Summer never dies. It sinks into the ground; in the depths, winter buds form in sheltered places and white shoots creep under dead leaves. Some of it flees into the deepest, hottest deserts, where there is a summer that never ends. To animals they were just the weather, just a part of everything.
But humans arose and gave them names, just as people filled the starry sky with heroes and monsters, because this turned them into stories. And humans loved stories, because once you’d turned things into stories, you could change the stories. And there was the problem, right there.

– stories |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith



  There is an aspect of education that we want to draw to your
attention. We call it ‘lies-to-children’. We are aware that some readers may
object to the word ‘lie’ – it got Ian and Jack into terrible trouble with some
literally-minded Swedes at a scientific conference who took it all terribly
seriously and spent several days protesting that ‘It’s not a lie!’ It
is. It is for the best possible reasons, but it is still a lie. A
lie-to-children is a statement that is false, but which nevertheless leads the
child’s mind towards a more accurate explanation, one that the child will only
be able to appreciate if it has been primed with the lie.
  The early stages of education have to include a lot of lies-to-children,
because early explanations have to be simple. However, we live in a complex
world, and lies-to-children must eventually be replaced with more complex
stories it they are not to become delayed-action genuine lies.

  When you live in a complex world, you have to simplify it in
order to understand it. Indeed, that’s what ‘understand’ means. At different
stages of education, different levels of simplification are appropriate.
Liar-to-children is an honorable and vital profession, otherwise known as ‘teacher’.
But what teaching does not do – although many politicians think it does,
which is one of the problems – is erect a timeless edifice of ‘facts’. Every so
often you have to unlearn what you thought you already knew, and replace it by
something more subtle.

And, probably, a lot of what you know is lies-to-children.

The Science of Discworld, by Terry Pratchess and Jack Cohen

If his body was a temple, it was one of those …

If his body was a temple, it was one of those strange ones where people did odd things to animals in the basement, and if he watched what he ate it was only to see it wriggle.