… ‘to call his understanding of magic theory abysmal is to leave no suitable word to describe his grasp of its practice.’
(Sourcery)
… ‘to call his understanding of magic theory abysmal is to leave no suitable word to describe his grasp of its practice.’
(Sourcery)
Storyteller and librarian Roslyn Quin joins Liz and Ben as they discover there's nowt as queer as folklore, whether on #Discworld or Roundworld, in #TerryPratchett's 2008 collaboration with Dr Jacqueline Simpson: The Folklore of Discworld! #Pratchat93
https://pratchatpodcast.com/2026/06/08/pratchat93-were-not-here-to-folk-spiders/
Things just happen, one after another. They don’t care who knows. But history … ah, history is different. History has to be observed. Otherwise it’s not history. It’s just … well, things happening one after another. (Small Gods)
The tortoise is a ground-living creature. It is impossible to live nearer the ground without being under it. Its horizons are a few inches away. It has about as good a turn of speed as you need to hunt down a lettuce. It has survived while the rest of evolution flowed past it by being, on the whole, no threat to anyone and too much trouble to eat. (Small Gods)
Brutha had never been any good at lying. The truth itself had always seemed so incomprehensible that complicating things even further had always been beyond him. (Small Gods)
Rincewind had always been happy to think of himself as a racist. The One Hundred Metres, the Mile, the Marathon – he’d run them all. (Last Continent)
‘Might have just been an innocent bystander, sir,’ said Carrot
‘What, in Ankh-Morpork?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘We should have grabbed him, then, just for the rarity value.’
(Guards Guards)
When people were in serious trouble they went to a witch.*
*Sometimes, of course, to say, ‘Please stop doing it.’ (Carpe Jugulum)
‘Hah! Your uniform doesn’t scare me,’ he said.
Vimes looked down at his battered breastplate and worn mail.
‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘This is not a scary uniform. I’m sorry. Forward, Corporal Carrot and Lance-Constable Detritus.’
The Assassin was suddenly aware of the sunlight being blocked out.
‘Now these, I think you’ll agree,’ said Vimes, from somewhere behind the eclipse, ‘are scary uniforms.’ (Men at Arms)