Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle--Discworld--a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend h[...]
For Brutha the novice is the Chosen One. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him.[...]
Religion is a controversial business in the Discworld. Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods. And it's certainly not helpful to be reduced to be appearing in the form of a tortoise, a manifestation far below god-like status. In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast. Prefe[...]
'Just because you can't explain it, doesn't mean it's a miracle.' In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was: "Hey, you!" This is the Discworld, after all, and religion is a controversial business. Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods, of every shape and size, and all elbow[...]