Rincewind, Cohen, and the Luggage are back! YAY!
Discussion amongst old (one's in a wheelchair) marauding barbarians who are a bit too old to be marauding anymore, about what happens if they get caught while breaking into the Forbidden City and are sentenced to being hung, drawn, and quartered:
" I believe it's a punishment similar to hanging, drawing and quartering...."
"How are you drawn then?"
"I think your innards are cut out and shown to you."
"I don't really know. To see if you recognize them, I suppose."
"What...like, 'Yep, that's my kidney, yep, that's my breakfast'?"
Couple paragraphs later:
"How are you hung?"
MacBeth sprinkled with all the fairy godmothers and evil witches from your favorite fairy tales.
The three witches disapproved of Cinderellas fairy godmother creating a coach from a pumpkin (who wants to go a ball smelling like a pie?) and glass slippers (dangerous, those are).
I think this is my favorite so far in this series.
Claiming: Cause of death: Killing curse
Something thought provoking:
"There was something here, he thought, that nearly belonged to the gods. Humans had built a world inside a world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflects the landscape. And yet...and yet...
Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they want to escape from - hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further in."
I sat and considered this for a bit and realized it's fairly true.
Then the idiot mad duke ruins the mood and confuses Death and I giggled like an idiot myself:
"I assure you, you are not dead. Take it from me.
The duke giggled. He had found a sheet from somewhere and had draped it over himself, and was sliding along some of the castle's more deserted corridors. Sometimes he would go "whoo-oo" in a low voice.
This worried Death. He was used to people claiming that they were NOT dead, because death always came as a shock, and a lot of people had some trouble getting over it. But people claiming they WERE dead with every breath in their body was a new and unsettling experience.
"I shall jump out on people," said the duke dreamily. "I shall rattle my bones all night, I shall perch on the roof and foretell a death in the house --"
" I shall if I want said the duke with a trace of earlier determination. " And I shall float through walls, and knock on tables, and drip ectoplasm on anyone I don't like. Ha. Ha."
There's a magic war going on, and Death, War, Pestilence, and Famine stopped off at a tavern on their way.
The horses of War, Pestilence, and Famine were stolen.
They want to hitch a ride with Death and he told them no.
"It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and the Three Pedestrians of the Apocralypse."
The Three Pedestrians
I don't know if it's just my mood today, but these phrases are popping out like dandelions.
While trading flirting insults with Deaths adopted daughter:
"Mort glanced sideways at the top of Ysabell's dress, which contained enough puppy fat for two litters of Rottweilers, and forbore to comment."
He was smart enough not to say that one out loud.
And now we have an ointment, cooked up by a wizard who drank too much 'potency' elixir so he had to soak in a cold water trough, that:
"Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure..."
Snorts and giggles and winks for everybody!
I'd be getting some odd looks if I wasn't home alone today.
Yeah, but, now what?
I thought Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy was, well, just, I don't know. Jury is still out.
I thought Ebeneezer and his Eternal Apprentice were silly, though loads of fun. Ferrets and Brownie Power!
I thought the whole concept of Xanth was a bit odd, but if you like puns you're good to go.
I love puns.
This, ... this.
Brings it to a whole new level.