The Colour of Magic :: Пратчетт Терри
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“Come back!” screamed the demon. Rincewind didn’t answer. He was lying belly down in the rushing air, staring down into the clouds that even now were thinning. They vanished. Below, the whole Universe twinkled at Rincewind. There was Great A’Tuin, huge and ponderous and pocked with craters. There was the little Disc moon. There was a distant gleam that could only be the Potent Voyager. And there were all the stars, looking remarkably like powdered diamonds spilled on black velvet, the stars that lured and ultimately called the boldest towards them… The whole of Creation was waiting for Rincewind to drop in. He did so. There didn’t seem to be any alternative. |
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