|The Colour of Magic|
|The Colour of Magic||
Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant "idiot".
Being Y’mors right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces.
Some might have taken him for a mere apprentice enchanter who had run away from his master out of defiance, boredom, fear and a lingering taste for heterosexuality.
(Description of Rincewind)
He avoided work as a rule, but had a quickness of wit that put his acquaintances in mind of a bright rodent.
(Further Rincewind description)
The only reason for walking into the jaws of Death is so's you can steal His gold teeth.
It was all very well going about pure logic and how the universe was ruled by logic and the harmony of numbers, but the plain fact was that the disc was manifestly traversing space on the back of a giant turtle and the gods had a habit of going round to atheists' houses and smashing their windows.
He tried to fit the image around the word "quaint", or rather the nearest Trob equivalent, which was "that pleasant oddity of design found in the little coral houses of the sponge-eating pigmies on the Orohai peninsular".
|The Light Fantastic|
|Lords and Ladies|
|Men at Arms|
|Feet of clay|
|The last continent|
|The fifth elephant|
|Thief of time|
|The last hero|
|The wee free men|
|A hat full of sky|