When tumbling into dark times, I know where to find the light.
So I gather my things and head off towards a flat world, a disk resting on the back of four elephants, which in turn are standing on top of A’Tuin, an enormous galactic turtle.
However, here things aren’t going splendid either. You see, there’s a star in the sky that won’t go away during the day. In fact, it’s even getting bigger.
Nobody wants to sound alarmist, but it looks as if A’Tuin was travelling directly towards that star. Is that possible?
Of course not, people say. The great A’Tuin knows what she’s doing, right? Philosophers don’t really know how to answer this question. They are nonetheless prone to believe that the gigantic galactic turtle that carries the Discworld most definitely has an idea of what he (or she, the matter is still debated) is doing.
Yet the star is getting bigger and hotter in the sky.
A rumour starts spreading that wizards could solve the matter, using a group of spells to do one of two things: 1) Prevent the end of the world or 2) Save the world from slow roasting by quickly ending it. Opinions are discordant on the matter.
The only problem is, the eighth spell has escaped and hidden itself in the head of Rincewind, the same wizard we saw falling off the edge of the world at the end of ‘The Colour of Magic’, the first book of the Discworld.
Hence, tough luck.
This is the second book of the Discworld and it’s one of the few that is an actual sequel (to ‘The Colour of Magic‘).
Also, it’s possibly my favourite.
I would say more, but I really don’t want to spoil anything, so I’ll just leave you in Terry’s wise hands. He will take care of you and bring you to a land full of magic and particularly low on logic.
Hold onto your hat and good luck!