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The Discworld Tribute

Sorry i have to say ive really neglected this site, I have given it a lick of paint and hosted it on a different site to keep it up and running as a useful resource for people, I haven't really updated it properly in about 6 years. This is due to work and 5 years of  university. The last time I really did anything was around the Discworld Convension in Liverpool in 98, which I went to (and probably have some photo's i could scan somewhere). I will hopefully post something about that in the (not to distant) future.

I've streamlined my website, it looks basic because i havent had the energy to do anything with it, I've removed all the webbings, and links, as most were out of date and no longer worked.

Welcome to The Discworld Tribute, a page dedicated to the work of Terry Pratchett. Terry is a best-selling author who writes the Discworld novels. The Discworld novels are a series of 22+ books about a mystical land, know as the Discworld.

You can see all the blurb about the books on my list. Read on to find out more about this amazing Discworld fantasy.

Riding Luggage

This is the prologue from the first book in the long series of Discworld books...

In a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part...


Great A'Tuin the Turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell pocked with meteor crates. Through sea-sized eyes that are crusted with rheum and asteroid dust He stares fixedly at the Destination.

In a brain bigger than a city, with geological slowness, He thinks only of the Weight.

Most of the weight is of course accounted for by Berilia, Tubul, Great T'Phon and Jerakeen, the four giant elephants upon whose broad and star-tanned shoulders the disc of the World rests, garlanded by the long waterfall at its vast circumference and domed by the baby-blue vault of Heaven.

Astropsychology has been, as yet, unable to establish what they think about.

The Great Turtle was a mere hypothesis until the day the small and secretive kingdom of Krull, whose rim-most mountains project out over the Rimfall, built a gantry and pulley arrangement at the tip of the most precipitous crag and lowered several observers over the Edge in a quartz-windowed brass vessel to peer through the mist veils.

The early astrozoologists, hauled back from their long dangle by enormous teams of slaves, were able to bring back much information about the shape and nature of A'Tuin and the elephants but this did not resolve fundamental questions about the nature and purpose of the universe.

For example, what was A'Tuin's actual sex? This vital question, said the astrozoologists with mounting authority, would not be answered until a larger and more powerful gantry was constructed for a deep-space vessel. In the meantime they could only speculate about the revealed cosmos.

There was, for example, the theory that A'Tuin had come from nowhere and would continue at a uniform crawl, or steady gait, into nowhere, for all time. This theory was popular among academics.

An alternative, favoured by those of a religious persuasion, was that A'Tuin was crawling from the Birthplace to the Time of Mating, as were all the stars in the sky which were, obviously, also carried by giant turtles. When they arrived they would briefly and passionately mate, for the first and only time, and from that fiery unison new turtles would be born to carry a new pattern of worlds. This was known as the Big Bang hypothesis.

Thus it was that a young cosmochelnian of the Steady Gait faction, testing a new telescope with which he hoped to make measurements of the precise albedo of Great A'Tuin's right eye, was on this eventful evening the first outsider to see the smoke rise hubward from the burning of the oldest city in the world.

Later that night he became so engrossed in his studies he completely forgot about it. Nevertheless, he was the first.

There were others...

Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett(an extract borrowed from one of the Discworld books)

Terry Pratchett was born in 1948 and is still not dead. He started work as a journalist one day in 1965 and saw his first corpse three hours later, work experience meaning something in those days. After doing just about every job it's possible to do in provincial journalism, except of course covering Saturday afternoon football, he joined the Central Electricity Generating Board and became press officer for four nuclear power stations. He'd write a book about his experiences if he though anyone would believe it.

All this came to an end in 1987 when it became obvious that the Discworld series was much more enjoyable than real work. Since then the books have reached double figures and have a regular place in the bestseller lists. He also writes books for younger readers. Occasionally he gets accused of literature.

Terry Pratchett lives in Wiltshire with his wife Lyn and daughter Rhianna. He says writing is the most fun any-one can have by themselves.





The Discworld Characters


Here is a glimpse of some of the characters. The books, written by Terry are covered in fantastic fictional pictures, drawn by Josh Kirby. If a Discworld book wasn't covered in his drawings then it wouldn't be a proper Discworld book, no matter how good the story was.

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