User Profile

I want to emphasise that I’d probably not give this such a high rating if that was merely a book, and perhaps that’s the reason why people rate it so low.

But it is a piece that was made specifically to be illustrated and published with illustrations! Which is magnificent even for a non-discworlder with no relation to the characters described. Also, a very welcome and missed by many homage to the simpler times of Colour of Magic and Light Fantastic, just done way better than both.

The cast is packed and diverse and it’s always a pleasure to see Patrician do some fieldwork. Not that I like him as a person or anyone who works for him.

Now to quotes. There are some I liked, but if I had to pick one, I’d pick the hook that the author “told” in the beginning to “show” it later. Kind of like the candy from the “Lords and Ladies”, but in reverse.

"Men," he said, settling for one that was undoubtedly correct, "it falls to me to congratulate you on... on..."

He hesitated. Lord Vetinari was not a man who delighted in the technical. There were two cultures, as far as he was concerned. One was the real one, the other was occupied by people who liked machinery and ate pizza at unreasonable hours.

"... on being the first people to leave the Disc with the resolute intention of returning to it"

—-

"Do not pull the lever marked 'Troba'!" snapped Lord Vetinari, leaning forward.

[..]

"Er... there's a lot of clicking and whirring..." he reported. "And... some of the levers are moving by themselves... now the wings are unfolding... we're sort of flying in a straight line, at least... quite gently, really..."

"Good. I suggest you apply yourself to waking up Leonard," said the Patrician. He turned and nodded at Ponder. "You yourself have not studied the classics, young man? I know Leonard has."

"Well... no, sir."

"Prince Haran was a legendary Klatchian hero who sailed around the world on a ship with a magical tiller," said Lord Vetinari. "It steered the ship while he slept. If I can be of any further help, don't hesitate to ask."

I absolutely adored the interlude where the author conveys the feeling of early morning after a night of creative work and all that comes with it.

It's amazing to be able to feel it as if lived, through straightforward contemporary prose.

Just as everything that Terry Scott Taylor has done, this short story is a rough diamond, with immense amount of love and work put into displaying it in the most captivating environment.

Accompanying music can be found on bandcamp or spotify.

Stand-out quote:

SORRY I HAD TO STOP MID SENTENCE THERE... HAD TO GO SEE A MAN ABOUT A HORSE.

OKAY, WHERE WAS I? I'M LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW AND TRYING TO GATHER MY THOUGHTS, AND NOW MY EYES HAVE FALLEN UPON A FAMILIAR SIGHT; THERE IN THE NEAR DISTANCE AND SURROUNDED BY RELATIVELY LESSER TREES, LOOMS MY OLD FRIEND THE ELM-PROUD, MAJESTIC, AND PROTECTIVE AS HE FAITHFULLY KEEPS WATCH OVER ME AND MY SURROUNDINGS LIKE A FAITHFUL SENTRY [..]

Of exploits of: - daring barbarians on a quest for something that no barbarian has quested before, - information autocrats, manipulating and defusing the protest, - lady Luck, world’s least wizzardly wizzard and… Butterflies.

“We sent the message,” said the visitor. “No one saw us.” [..] “I don’t understand, o lord,” said the visitor, whose name was Two Fire Herb.

“Good.”

“[..] they believe in the Great Wizzard and you want him to come here?”

“Oh, certainly. I have my…people in”—he tried the alien syllables—“Ankh-More-Pork. The one so foolishly called the Great Wizzard does exist. But, I might tell you, he is renowned for being incompetent, cowardly, and spineless. Quite proverbially so. So I think the Red Army should have their leader, don’t you? It will…raise their morale.” He smiled again. “This is politics,” he said.

“The Great Wizard will come. We sent the message, at great personal risk.”

“How will we know when he arrives?”

“If he’s the Great Wizard, we’ll hear about it. And then—”

“Gently Push Over The Forces Of Repression!” they chorused.

Two Fire Herb looked at the rest of the cadre. “Exactly,” he said. “And then, comrades, we must strike at the very heart of the rottenness. We must storm the Winter Palace!”

There was silence from the cadre. Then someone said, “Excuse me, Two Fire Herb, but it is June.”