Pyramids, the seventh Discworld novel (and, coincidentally, the seventh Discworld novel I’ve read), deals with pyramids that distort (what goes on) for normality on the Discworld, a prince trained to be an assassin who inherits the throne, a mysterious High Priest who detests change and the greatest mathematician in the world, who happens to be a camel. Nothing out of the ordinary, for a Discworld novel. After all, how could anything that happens on a disc-shaped world that floats through space on the back of four elephants that stand on top of an enormous turtle be considered strange?
- Terry Pratchett — Pyramids
- Nothing but stars, scattered across the blackness as though the Creator had smashed the windscreen of his car and hadn’t bothered to stop to sweep up the pieces.