Brilliant, classic Pratchett. He was a master parodist of the fantasy genre and n the first 2 pages alone you get some great gags.
- The lightning stabbed the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin
- Three dark figures hunched over the bubbling cauldron as the storm raged around them. "When shall we three meet again" cackled one. There was a pause, then another said "Well I'm not free until Tuesday"
— Jan 14, 2025 06:59AM
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