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Moving Pictures (Discworld Novels)

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Chapter OneWatch... This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier.(Except that of course you can't have a "final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate...)And against the wash of stars a nebula hangs, vast and black, one red giant gleaming like the madness of gods... And then the gleam is seen as the glint in a giant eye and it is eclipsed by the blink of an eyelid and the darkness moves a flipper and Great A'Tuin, star turtle, swims onward through the void.On its back, four giant elephants. On their shoulders, rimmed with water, glittering under its tiny orbiting sunlet, spinning majestically around the mountains at its frozen Hub, lies the Discworld, world and mirror of worlds.Nearly unreal.Reality is not digital, an on-off state, but analog. Something "gradual. In other words, reality is a quality that things possess in the same way that they possess, say, weight. Some people are more real than others, for example. It has been estimated that there are only about five hundred "real people on any given planet, which is why they keep unexpectedly running into one another all the time.The Discworld is as unreal as it is possible to be while still being just real enough to exist.And just real enough to be in real trouble.About thirty miles Turnwise of Ankh-Morpork the surf boomed on the wind-blown, seagrass-waving, sand-dune-covered spit of land where the Circle Sea met the Rim Ocean.The hill itself was visible for miles. It wasn't very high, but lay among the dunes like an upturned boat or a very unlucky whale, and was covered in scrub trees. No rain fell here, if it could possibly avoid it. Although thewind sculpted the dunes around it, the low summit of the hill remained in an everlasting, ringing calm.Nothing but the sand had changed here in hundreds of years.Until now.A crude hut of driftwood had been built on the long curve of the beach, although describing it as “ built” was a slander on skilled crude hut builders throughout the ages; if the sea had simply been left to pile the wood up it might have done a better job.And, inside, an old man had just died.“ Oh, ” he said. He opened his eyes and looked around the interior of the hut. He hadn't seen it very clearly for the past ten years.Then he swung, if not his legs, then at least the "memory of his legs off the pallet of sea-heather and stood up. Then he went outside, into the diamond-bright morning. He was interested to see that he was still wearing a ghostly image of his ceremonial robe — stained and frayed, but still recognizable as having originally been a dark red plush with gold frogging — even though he was dead. Either your clothes died when you did, he thought, or maybe you just mentally dressed yourself from force of habit.Habit also led him to the pile of driftwood beside the hut. When he tried to gather a few sticks, though, his hands passed through them.He swore.It was then that he noticed a figure standing by the water's edge, looking out to sea. It was leaning on a scythe. The wind whipped at its black robes.He started to hobble toward it, remembered he was dead, and began to stride. He hadn't stridden for decades, but it was amazing how it all came back to you.Before he was halfway to the dark figure, it spoke to him.Deccan Ribobe, it said.“ That's me.” Last Keeper of theDoor.“ Well, I suppose so.” Death hesitated.You are or you aren't, he said.Deccan scratched his nose. Of course, he thought, you have to be able to touch "yourself. Otherwise you'd fall to bits."“ Technic'ly, a Keeper has to be invested by the High Priestess, ” he said. “ And there ain't been a High Priestess for thousands o' years. See, I just learned it all from old Tento, who lived here before me. He jus' said to me one day, ‘ Deccan, it looks as though I'm dyin', so it's up to you now, 'cos if there's no one left that remembers properly it'll all start happening again and you know what that means.' Well, fair enough. But that's not what you'd call a proper investmenting, I'd say.” He looked up at the sandy hill.“ There was jus' me and him, ” he said. “ And then jus' me, remembering Holy Wood. And now...” He raised his hand to his mouth.“ Oo-er, ” he said.Yes, said Death.It would be wrong to say a look of panic passed across Deccan Ribobe's face, because at that moment it was several yards away and wearing a sort of fixed grin, as if it had seen the joke at last. But his spirit was definitely worried.“ See, the thing is, ” it said hastily, “ no one ever comes here, see, apart from the fishermen from the next bay, and they just leaves the fish and runs off on account of superstition and I couldn't sort of go off to find an apprentice or somethin' because of keepin' the fires alight and doin' the chantin'...” Yes.“ ...It's a terrible responsibility, bein' the only one able to do your job...” Yes, said Death.“ Well, of course, I'm not telling "you anything...” No.“ ...I mean, Iwas hopin' someone'd get shipwrecked or somethin', or come treasure huntin', and I could explain it like old Tento explained it to me, teach 'em the chants, get it all sorted out before I died...” Yes?“ I s'pose there's no chance that I could sort of...” No.“ Thought not, ” said Deccan despondently...

Synopsis:

The alchemists of Discworld have discovered how to get gold from the silver screen with movies. Would-be wizard Victor Tugelbend can't sing or dance, but he can handle a sword. Now he wants to be a star. Holy Wood's magic drifts out of the boundaries of the universe and it's up to Victor and Gaspode the Wonder Dog to reign in the chaos and bring order back to a starstruck Discworld.

Synopsis:

Discworld's pesky alchemists are up to their old tricks again. This time, they've discovered how to get gold from silver — the silver screen that is. Hearing the siren call of Holy Wood is one Victor Tugelbend, a would-be wizard turned extra. He can't sing, he can't dance, but he can handle a sword (sort of), and now he wants to be a star. So does Theda Withel, an ambitious ingénue from a little town (where else?) you've probably never heard of.

But the click click of moving pictures isn't just stirring up dreams inside Discworld. Holy Wood's magic is drifting out into the boundaries of the universes, where raw realities, the could-have-beens, the might-bes, the never-weres, the wild ideas are beginning to ferment into a really stinky brew. It's up to Victor and Gaspode the Wonder Dog (a star if ever one was born!) to rein in the chaos and bring order back to a starstruck Discworld. And they're definitely not ready for their close-up!

About the Author

Terry Pratchett is one of the world's most popular authors. His acclaimed novels are bestsellers in the United States and the United Kingdom, and have sold more than 85 million copies worldwide. In January 2009, Queen Elizabeth II appointed Pratchett a Knight Bachelor in recognition of his services to literature. Sir Terry lives in England.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780061020636
Author:
Pratchett, Terry
Publisher:
Harper Collins
Author:
by Terry Pratchett
Location:
New York, N.Y.
Subject:
Fantastic fiction
Subject:
Fantasy - General
Subject:
Fantasy fiction
Subject:
Fantasy - Series
Subject:
Discworld (Imaginary place)
Subject:
Discworld
Subject:
General Fiction
Subject:
Science Fiction and Fantasy-Series Adventure
Subject:
Science Fiction and Fantasy-Fantasy
Subject:
Humorous
Edition Description:
MassMktPB
Series:
Discworld Novels
Series Volume:
no. 383
Publication Date:
20020205
Binding:
Book
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
368
Dimensions:
6.76x4.24x.99 in. .40 lbs.

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"Synopsis" by , The alchemists of Discworld have discovered how to get gold from the silver screen with movies. Would-be wizard Victor Tugelbend can't sing or dance, but he can handle a sword. Now he wants to be a star. Holy Wood's magic drifts out of the boundaries of the universe and it's up to Victor and Gaspode the Wonder Dog to reign in the chaos and bring order back to a starstruck Discworld.

"Synopsis" by , Discworld's pesky alchemists are up to their old tricks again. This time, they've discovered how to get gold from silver — the silver screen that is. Hearing the siren call of Holy Wood is one Victor Tugelbend, a would-be wizard turned extra. He can't sing, he can't dance, but he can handle a sword (sort of), and now he wants to be a star. So does Theda Withel, an ambitious ingénue from a little town (where else?) you've probably never heard of.

But the click click of moving pictures isn't just stirring up dreams inside Discworld. Holy Wood's magic is drifting out into the boundaries of the universes, where raw realities, the could-have-beens, the might-bes, the never-weres, the wild ideas are beginning to ferment into a really stinky brew. It's up to Victor and Gaspode the Wonder Dog (a star if ever one was born!) to rein in the chaos and bring order back to a starstruck Discworld. And they're definitely not ready for their close-up!

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