"Rincewind, an inept wizard, is blackmailed into acting a guide for Twoflower, a tourist from Bes Palargic. Twoflower is keen to see all the sights of Ankh-Morpork - and is particulartly pleased to witness a pub brawl in the Broken Drum. He later causes the pub - and much of the city 0 to be burnt down for the insurance money. Outside of the city, Rincewind and Twoflower find themselves in a temple, a lair where a dragons exist if you believe in them, and finally, after many adventures, end up on the rim of the Disc, as sacrifices." "Terry Pratchet" by Andrew M Butler |
Targets |
The fantasy genre. |
Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant "idiot". *** Reflected-sound-of-underground-spirits? *** Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'. *** "You don't understand!" screamed the tourist, above the terrible noise of the wingbeats. "All my life I've wanted to see dragons!" *** Hrun was one of the Circle Sea's more durable heroes: a fighter of dragons, a despoiler of temples, a hired sword, the kingpost of every street brawl. He could even - and unlike many heroes of Rincewind's acquaintance - speak words of more than two syllables, if given time and maybe a hint or two. *** "Why must you always panic?" asked Twoflower petulantly. *** |
My name is Radostina Georgieva, "Roddy".
I live in California.
I enjoy travelling, reading books, listening to music, going to the movies.
I am constantly looking for ways to challenge myself, learn, and grow.