Next week we’re getting into Wyrd Sisters! This one is a tad longer, so we’ll be doing it in five parts instead of our usual four. We’ll be reading up to:

Assassins. A band of Carmathians, collected by Hassa, subah of Nishapour, called the Old Man of the Mountains, because he made Mount Lebanon his stronghold. This band was the terror of the world for two centuries, when it was put down by Sultan Bibaris. The assassins indulged in haschisch (bang), an intoxicating drink, and from this liquor received their name."

Me reí bastante con esta historia del Mundodisco, es hasta ahora la que mejor describe a Rincewind este "hechicero" que no hace magia, y que intenta huir de todos los peligros que se le presenten, que son insistentes en su vida, pero que en el fondo tiene un gran corazón, cada vez siento mas cariño por este personaje, me hace reír, con su manera, por ejemplo, de querer salvar al mundo del peligroso Rechicero (que posee mas poderes que los dioses) agitando una media con un ladrillo adentro ¿entonces porque no le doy mas estrellas? porque aun estoy tratando de acostumbrarme a los condenados finales de Pratchett, que te mueven el piso. Aun así es una historia bastante entretenida y me hace querer seguir leyendo sobre las peripecias de Rincewind The adventure seemed good, but it was really focused on the zingers just a tad too much and I got tired of them. Isn't that odd? I even liked Nijel the Barbarian and Conina the Hairdresser and the Sapient Pearwood Chest is always a delight, but other than a good smattering of good scenes with all of them, I kept stopping the book and wondering if it would ever get on with it. The plot overall was a mess. The arch-chancellor's hat... a mess. The towers... a mess. The love triangle (quadrangle when taken as a whole, really)... a mess. The whole armageddon thing... well you get the idea. It's just a bunch of scenes that, if you squint really hard kind of go together, but the overall effect is one of great randomness and poorly-executed ideas.

It wasn't blood in general he couldn't stand the sight of, it was just his blood in particular that was so upsetting. Wellcome to Ankh-Morporke, Citie of One Thousand Surprises, a book published by the Ankh-Morpork Guild of Merchants Sourcery is a fantasy novel by British writer Terry Pratchett, the fifth book in his Discworld series, published in 1988. More than 25 years after Sourcery was published, the final discworld book was posthumously released, called The Shepherd's Crown. It was woefully unfinished, but at least it gave us an example-in-print of Sir Terry's writing process, also described in the book's afterword by Pratchett's long-term assistant Rob Wilkins. To paraphrase, he (Pratchett) would write the whole bones of a book, then zip all around polishing up scenes, improving linkages, and basically revising the whole thing repeatedly. Because this process was cut short by, you know, Death, The Shepherd's Crown is a terrible book, excepting in particular one scene that if it did not leave you in tears you are either a heartless bastard or did not spend nearly enough time in the Discworld.

Creosote saying that he thought snow came up from the ground like mushrooms just reminds me of Lucy shouting “It comes up, Charlie Brown, snow comes up!” in the song “Little Known Facts” in the musical You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown. There are over 40 books in the Discworld series, of which four are written for children. The first of these, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, won the Carnegie Medal. Tropes show how li The Hashishim, who derived their name from the vast quantities of hashish they consumed, were unique among vicious killers in being both deadly and, at the same time, inclined to giggle, groove to interesting patterns of light and shade on their terrible knife blades and, in extreme cases, fall over. This story, Terry takes a few beats from the 1001 Arabian Knights tale, mixes in some Conan the Barbarian and the Apocalypse. It turns out that to be a wizard, one must be born the 7th son of a 7th son. Wizard aren't supposed to have children. If a wizard has 8 kids, that 8th kid will be a Sorcerer. They are so powerful, they can change all of reality and even banish the gods, if they choose.