A tiny sun and moon spin around them, on a complicated orbit to induce seasons, so probably nowhere else in the multiverse is it sometimes necessary for an elephant to cock a leg to allow the sun to go past.Įxactly why this should be may never be known. Through the fathomless deeps of space swims the star turtle Great A’Tuin, bearing on its back the four giant elephants who carry on their shoulders the mass of the Discworld. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: ‘When shall we three meet again?’įinally another voice said in far more ordinary tones: ‘Well I can do next Tuesday.’ (WS) In the middle of the elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel’s eye. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which the gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. The night was as black as the inside of a cat.
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