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A review by qudsiramiz
Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett
5.0
I mean I knew Granny was powerful, but damn! She is straight up OP in this book!
Also,it has my favorite quote from Discworld so far:
The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.
And here are some other ones:
Animals can't murder. Only us superior races can murder. That's one of the things that sets us apart from animals
In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
The universe doesn't much care if you tread on a butterfly. There are plenty more butterflies. Gods might note the fall of a sparrow but they don't make any effort to catch them. Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot one, and there’ll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland? In fifty years’, thirty years’, ten years’ time the world will be very nearly back on its old course. History always has a great weight of inertia.
Also,it has my favorite quote from Discworld so far:
The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.
And here are some other ones:
Animals can't murder. Only us superior races can murder. That's one of the things that sets us apart from animals
In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
The universe doesn't much care if you tread on a butterfly. There are plenty more butterflies. Gods might note the fall of a sparrow but they don't make any effort to catch them. Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot one, and there’ll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland? In fifty years’, thirty years’, ten years’ time the world will be very nearly back on its old course. History always has a great weight of inertia.