“Check Mort” (2011) by Paul Kidby.
“REMIND ME AGAIN, he said, HOW THE LITTLE HORSE-SHAPED ONES MOVE.”
- — Death on symbolic last games (Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)
Just learned today that Terry Pratchett has died at the age of 66. Reading is the closest thing we have to telepathy. The death of any author is a loss to all readers because we have lost that golden ticket to enter their minds and live in the worlds they have created.
Pratchett wrote many novels, most set in his Discworld universe, which are often classified as humorous fantasy, but which are better described as clever, intelligent satire coupled with a deep humanity. Neil Gaiman, his friend and fellow writer, wrote what I think is the best summary of Terry’s style:
“He [Terry] will rage, as he leaves, against so many things: stupidity, injustice, human foolishness and shortsightedness, not just the dying of the light. And, hand in hand with the anger, like an angel and a demon walking into the sunset, there is love: for human beings, in all our fallibility; for treasured objects; for stories; and ultimately and in all things, love for human dignity.”
If you haven’t read Pratchett before, I would recommend a couple of his books: Feet of Clay or Nightwatch which feature Sam Vimes and the motley crew of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, Wee Free Men and its sequels, A Hatful of Sky, and Wintersmith, which feature the adventures of a young witch-in-training, Tiffany Aching, and Small Gods, a stand alone novel featuring the Great God Om and his disciple, Brutha.