Status Updates From Ерик (Истории от Света на Д...

"So we're surrounded by absolutely nothing," said Rincewind. "Total nothing." He hesitated.
"There's a word for it," he said. "It's what you get when there's nothing left and everything's been used up."
"Yes. I think it's called the bill," said Eric.

First book of 2026 complete. Project Pratchett is back on course!

Daily Pratchett:
Hell, it has been suggested, is other people.

This has always come as a bit of a surprise to many working demons, who had always thought that hell was sticking sharp things into people and pushing them into lakes of blood and so on.

This is because demons, like most people, have failed to distinguish between the body and the soul.

“I run, therefore I am; more correctly, I run, therefore with any luck I'll still be.”

This block showed a very good likeness of Rincewind. He had a parrot on his shoulder.

“Hang on,” he said. “That’s me!”

“You should see what they’re doing to you on the next block,” said the parrot smugly. “It’ll turn your wossname."

Rincewind looked at the block. His wossname revolved.

Meant to one-shot but the day got away so I'm gonna add it to tomorrow's start on next week's book. Just glad to be doing it again. His prose is so fun ☺

Daily Pratchett:

And he’d really been looking forward to Eric Thursley, whose brand of superintelligent gormlessness was a rare delight. Hell needed horribly bright, self-centered people like Eric. They were much better at being nasty than demons could ever manage

26