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Winter in the Ramtops could not honestly be described as a magical frosty wonderland, each twig laced with confections of brittle ice. Winter in the Ramtops didn’t mess about; it was a gateway straight through to the primeval coldness that lived before the creation of the world. Winter in the Ramtops was several yards of snow, the forests a mere collection of shadowy green tunnels under the drifts. Winter meant the coming of the lazy wind, which couldn’t be bothered to blow around people and blew right through them instead. The idea that Winter could actually be enjoyable would never have occurred to Ramtop people, who had eighteen different words for snow.

- Terry Pratchett (Wyrd Sisters) -
It was said that the library went on forever. It was said you could wander for days among the distant shelves, that there were lost tribes of research students somewhere in there.

- (via pyramidnights) -
No wonder dragons were always ill. They relied on permanent stomach trouble for supplies of fuel. Most of their brain power was taken up with controlling the complexities of their digestion, which could distill flame-producing fuels from the most unlikely ingredient.s. They could even rearrange their internal plumbing overnight to deal with difficult processes. They lived on a chemical knife-edge the whole time. One misplaced hiccup, and they were geography.

- Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett (via pyramidnights) -
There could be dozens of perfectly innocent reasons why this person is wearing long black robes and a deep cowl and standing in front of a melted-down house at dawn.

- Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett (via pyramidnights) -

twin-city-ankh-and-morpork:

"Welcome to Soap Street" by merkerinn

Vimes half-ran, half-staggered over the damp cobbles, out of breath and out of time. It can’t be like this, he thought wildly. The hero always cuts it fine, but he always get there just in the nick of time. Only the nick of time was probably five minutes ago.

noirandchocolate:

Y’know, I don’t think Terry Pratchett is talked about enough as someone who writes genuinely great female characters. I mean, two of his most well-known protagonists, around whom he’s based several books each, are Esmerelda “Granny” Weatherwax and Tiffany Aching, both of them female and both of them shining examples of what a true “strong female character” can and should be.

Granny is an elderly woman who is easily the most powerful witch on the Discworld, who is capable of varied and strong magic, and who prefers not to use it, instead choosing in most situations to rely on her intuitive understanding of what people are like (she calls it “headology”) to get whatever job needs doing done. She’s been a midwife and a medicine woman, called in at the beginnings and ends of countless lives. She’s saved kingdoms, and she’s saved people. She’s a stone-cold badass. And her biggest fear is that she’s become so powerful she might start using magic for the wrong reasons, to try to control people. She is afraid of what she might become, if she isn’t careful. Granny does all this while being, very obviously, a woman. Pratchett never tries to make her look stronger by having her do “manly” things or act tough in ways traditionally coded masculine. She is feminine through and through, and Pratchett’s books about her celebrate this rather than minimizing it or presenting narratives in which she succeeds “despite” being a woman.

Tiffany Aching on the other hand, starts out her series of books as a little girl and has grown into a teenager. She also has magical talent that’s more than noteworthy, and her series is presented as a coming of age narrative wherein she learns to use magic (and when not to use it) and how to cope with what having these skills and talents means. Tiffany is precocious and very intelligent (she reads dictionaries), and has grown more and more “people-smart” as well. She makes cheese and has defeated fairy queens and elemental beings. She’s had feelings about boys, forged friendships with girls, and has earned the undying loyalty of a band of little blue men in kilts called the Nac Mac Feegle. And Tiffany, like Granny, is female, a girl who is growing into a woman. Pratchett doesn’t write her as “not like the other girls” in the sense of being “not feminine.” Tiffany is learning to do magic and finds herself embroiled in supernatural events, but behind all that she’s a young woman having the kinds of problems young women have. She’s written as a very well-rounded character, and much more likely to save a boy’s life than to need saving. She, too, doesn’t succeed in her ventures “despite” being a girl or even “because” she’s a girl. She definitely is a girl, and that is far from minimized in her stories, but she, like Granny, is written first and foremost as a person.

And those are just two prominent examples of how Terry Pratchett writes wonderful female characters and is generally awesome, the end.

The English, by and large, being a crass and indolent race, were not as keen on burning women as other countries in Europe. In Germany the bonfires were built and burned with regular Teutonic thoroughness. Even the pious Scots, locked throughout history in a long-drawn-out battle with their arch-enemies the Scots, managed a few burnings to while away the long winters evenings. But the English never seemed to have the heart for it

- Good Omens (via guidelinestowandering) -

cthulhuvsdeathstar:

…..Ankh Morpork Post Office keyring and Gimlet’s apron for my sister’s birthday!

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