Terry Pratchett has died

Nobby Nobbs would check the chair to see if Pratchett had left his boots. Or a spoon. Or anything.


ahahahahah!!!
 
Feels like a family member died. :cry:

Thank you for all the good moments Sir Pterry
 
Rouxenator said:
Seriously though, I have never heard of him, what did her star in?
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He was said to be a writer, but, he was so much more. Think of him as the author of a cult, the storyteller of a world gone by.
 
Midnight_choir_drunk said:
All this nostalgia. Makes me want to read his stuff again. Anyone know where you can buy the complete Pratchett works as a set ?
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I have no doubt that the publishing house/s will release a box set or two.

I too want to get a complete collection so that my kids (and in year to come, grandkids) can discover his wonderful world and amazing wit.

/bookmarks
 
AfricanTech said:
Me too, but now I want the entire paper collection - digital is so ephemeral...
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I have everything in paper, mix of soft and hardcover and then everything in digital as well.

If the publishers decide to bring out the full collection as a box set now I'll queue to buy it.
 
The_Librarian said:
Selling his pork pies and other highly questionable wares? :D

And DMH Dibhala will probably be there too... :D
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Omnians handing out leaflets...

Reg Shoe telling him it doesn't have to be the end...
 
“The point is that descriptive writing is very rarely entirely accurate and during the reign of Olaf Quimby II as Patrician of Ankh-Morpork some legislation was passed in a determined attempt to “put a stop to this sort of thing and introduce some honesty to reporting”.
Thus, if a legend told of a notable hero that “all men spoke of his prowess” any bard who valued his life would hastily add “except for a couple of people in his home village who thought he was a loony, and quite a lot of other people who had never really heard of him.” Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like: “His mighty steed was fast as the wind, on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,” any loose talk about a beloved having a face that could launch a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed own a very large seaport.

Patrician Olaf II was eventually killed during an experiment conducted in the palace grounds to prove the disputed accuracy of the proverb “The Pen is mightier than the Sword”.
In his memory it was decided that the proverb would from now on include the phrase: “only if the Sword is very small and the Pen very sharp.””
 
Sinbad said:
“The point is that descriptive writing is very rarely entirely accurate and during the reign of Olaf Quimby II as Patrician of Ankh-Morpork some legislation was passed in a determined attempt to “put a stop to this sort of thing and introduce some honesty to reporting”.
Thus, if a legend told of a notable hero that “all men spoke of his prowess” any bard who valued his life would hastily add “except for a couple of people in his home village who thought he was a loony, and quite a lot of other people who had never really heard of him.” Poetic simile was strictly limited to statements like: “His mighty steed was fast as the wind, on a fairly calm day, say about Force Three,” any loose talk about a beloved having a face that could launch a thousand ships would have to be backed by evidence that the object of desire did indeed own a very large seaport.

Patrician Olaf II was eventually killed during an experiment conducted in the palace grounds to prove the disputed accuracy of the proverb “The Pen is mightier than the Sword”.
In his memory it was decided that the proverb would from now on include the phrase: “only if the Sword is very small and the Pen very sharp.””
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The sheer brilliance of Terry will be missed. He was a very good wordsmith.
 
After the funeral Reg Shoe would spend a few fruitles hours harauging him on not doing his bit for the cause.
And then as he was about to give up for the day, he'd notice Death standing in the shadow of a tree, with what looks like a worried grin.

As he opens his mouth to comment on Death's mortalist stance, there'd be a thunderclap and some stolen flying horses would land. You'd know they were stolen because they'd be carrying Cohen and the horde. As well as a number of small blue men, who'd jump off and go rushing to his grave, digging down with an occasional 'Crivens' and 'Ge' ye shovel of ma ear'
The coffin would be dragged out, with a lot of cursing, and a break to settle a good fight. This is heaven after all.

Cohen, who'd spent the entire time watching, while leaning on the pommel of his sword, would walk over and carefully open the coffin.

Reg by now would have his wits together (And a index finger he lost in the fuss) and look at Death. 'Can't you stop them?'
'DON"T LOOK AT ME. I'M NOT TRYING THAT AGAIN.'
As he turns around he'd see a extra figure being helped onto a horse, and notice that the coffin is empty.
The horses would leap into the sky, and he'd hear Cohen say 'Brandy? Where we are going, you won't need brandy.'
 
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