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roddy-bg My name is Radostina Georgieva, "Roddy".
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"Rincewind, last seen falling off the edge of the world, is rescued, along with the spell, which is lodged in his memory. Meanwhile the wizards summon Death, who warns them that unless the eight spells are said at a certain point, the world will end. Rincewind's presence is clearly required and Trymon, a wizard on the rise, will stop at nothing to get him. Rincewind, Twoflower and the Luggage wander from one crisis to another, aided by Cohen the Barbarian blissfully unaware of quite what is going on, and how they've emerged unscathed so far."
"Terry Pratchet" by Andrew M Butler

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The epic fantasy.

The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.

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- DID YOU SAY HUMANS PLAY IT FOR FUN?
- Some of them get to be very good at it, yes. I'm only an amateur, I'm afraid.
- BUT THEY ONLY LIVE EIGHTY OR NINETY YEARS!

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Galder: "I said I hope it is a good party."
Death: AT THE MOMENT IT IS. I THINK IT MIGHT GO DOWNHILL VERY QUICKLY AT MIDNIGHT.
Galder: "Why?"
Death: THAT'S WHEN THEY THINK I'LL BE TAKING MY MASK OFF.

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- What is it that a man may call the greatest things in life?
- Hot water, good dentishtry and shoft lavatory paper.

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The old shaman said carefully, "You didn't just see two men go through upside down on a broomstick, shouting and screaming at each other, did you?"
The boy looked at him levelly. "Certainly not," he said.
The old man heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness for that," he said. "Neither did I."

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Early to rise, early to bed, makes a man healthy, wealthy and dead.

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Rincewind knew what orgasms were, of course, he'd had a few in his time, sometimes even in company...

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The druid stiffened. "*Nice?*" he said. "A triumph of the silicon chunk, a miracle of modern masonic technology -- nice?" "Oh, yes," said Twoflower, to whom sarcasm was merely a seven letter word beginning with S.

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