Eric is the Discworld’s only demonology hacker. Pity he’s not very good at it.
All he wants is three wishes granted. Nothing fancy—to be immortal, rule the world, have the most beautiful woman in the world fall madly in love with him, the usual stuff. But instead of a tractable demon, he calls up Rincewind, probably the most incompetent wizard in the universe, and the extremely intractable and hostile form of travel accessory known as the Luggage.
With them on his side, Eric’s in for a ride through space and time that is bound to make him wish (quite fervently) again—this time that he’d never been born.
Or so the back of the book would want you to believe. Of course, Terry Pratchett’s
Faust Eric goes beyond that. It takes you to what passes for the Trojan wars on the Discworld, the beginning of time and creation of the disc, and even to hell itself. It’s the usual riot.
- Book read
- Terry Pratchett —
- First line
- The bees of Death are big and black, they buzz low and sombre, they keep their honey in combs of wax as white as altar candles.