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“You’re not Death! Who are you?” cried Rincewind.
“Scrofula.”
“Scrofula?”

help 😭

“It’ll be comparatively painless.”
“Comparatively? Compared to what?”

“It is forbidden to fight on the Killing Ground,” he said, and paused while he considered the sense of this.

“I should have realized that you weren’t a real wizard when I saw you didn’t have a staff.”
“Lost it in a fire,” lied Rincewind automatically.
“No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it.”
“It blew off.”
“No familiar.”
“It died.”

“It could be worse,” he said by way of farewell. “It could be me.”

Starting a series of this length is a big deal, and now I'm unsure if I'm just in one of my moody intervals or if I'm simply just not enjoying this novel, I haven't gotten the moment like with the Riftwar Cycle where I just knew I'd push through till something truly trash level occurs and perhaps even through that.