Sourcery (Discworld)
Terry Pratchett
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0062225723
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Sourcery, a hilarious mix of magic, mayhem, and Luggage, is the fifth book in Terry Pratchett's classic fantasy Discworld series.
Rincewind, the legendarily inept wizard, has returned after falling off the edge of the world. And this time, he’s brought the Luggage. But that’s not all… Once upon a time, there was an eighth son of an eighth son who was, of course, a wizard. As if that wasn’t complicated enough, said wizard then had seven sons. And then he had an eighth son — a wizard squared (that’s all the math, really). Who of course, was a source of magic — a sourcerer.
Will the sourcerer lead the wizards to dominate all of Discworld? Or can Rincewind’s tiny band stave off the Apocalypse?
the very embodiment of magic itself, and deliver it halfway across the disc to safety... Contents Cover About the Book Title Page Author’s Note Sourcery Footnotes About the Author Also by Terry Pratchett Copyright Terry Pratchett SOURCERY Many years ago I saw, in Bath, a very large American lady towing a huge tartan suitcase very fast on little rattly wheels which caught in the pavement cracks and generally gave it a life of its own. At that moment the Luggage
charred roof beam aside, scrabbled through a drift of fallen tiles and peered down. There, half squashed by the beam and baked brown by the fire, was a large bunch of overripe, squashy bananas. He picked one up, very carefully, and sat and watched it for some time until the end fell off. Then he ate it. ‘We shouldn’t have let him go like that,’ said Conina. ‘How could we have stopped him, O beauteous doe-eyed eaglet?’ ‘But he may do something stupid!’ ‘I should think that is very likely,’
thread being pulled through paper until the Librarian straightened up and said: ‘Oook.’ Rincewind pulled out his handkerchief and mopped the ape’s brow. ‘Oook.’ ‘Don’t mention it. Is it – going to be all right?’ The Librarian nodded. There was also a general almost inaudible sigh of relief from the tier of books above them. Rincewind sat down. The books were frightened. In fact they were terrified. The presence of the sourcerer made their spines creep, and the pressure of their attention
beaten everyone else, there’s only the gods left to fight,’ said Coin. ‘Have any of you seen the gods?’ There was a chorus of hesitant denials. ‘I will show them to you.’ ‘You’ve got room for another one in there, old son,’ said War. Pestilence swayed unsteadily. ‘I’m sure we should be getting along,’ he muttered, without much conviction. ‘Oh, go on.’ ‘Just a half, then. And then we really must be going.’ War slapped him on the back, and glared at Famine. ‘And we’d better have another
Rincewind looked around desperately as the Thing staggered back, and saw Coin still standing where he had left him. To his horror he saw the boy begin to walk towards him, hands raised instinctively to fire the magic which, here, would doom both of them. ‘Run away, you idiot!’ he screamed, as the Thing began to gather itself for a counter-attack. From out of nowhere he found the words, ‘You know what happens to boys who are bad!’ Coin went pale, turned and ran towards the light. He moved as