Today would have been my mother’s birthday, so it seems somehow appropriate that it sees the publication of A Stroke Of The Pen, collecting the lost works of Terry Pratchett. All those birthday, and mother’s day, and Christmas presents that were the latest Pratchett book, or Discworld calendar or other Continue reading …
I know where my lilac towel is.
I noted his death, but somehow that doesn’t seem quite enough. I have probably read more words by Terry Pratchett than by anyone else. I can barely remember when the ever growing collection of Pratchett novels (mostly with wonderful Josh Kirby covers) didn’t fill a part of my world. Continue reading
“AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER
“Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert beneath the endless night
“The End”
Ook
[Sad]