"when the storm came, it hit the hills like a hammer." cumlesiyle aciliyor, ve 399 sayfalik bu kitap -ne yazik ki- uc gunde kapaniyor (anlasilmamasi ihtimaline karsin acikliyorum: bitiyor yani. tukeniyor. her terry pratchett eseri gibi, ruzgar gibi gecti.) bu sefer 13 yasina gelmis tiffany, granny weatherwax ve beklenmedik eklenti you, a hat full of sky'dan hatirlayacagimiz annagramma, sahane bir karakter olan miss treason, bildigimiz feegle'lar ve tabii ki wintersmith bizzat kendisi. oyle ki, pterry'i somerset'teki yuvasindan kacirmak, evdeki calisma odasina kapatmak ve kirbac zoruyla uc ayda bir yeni roman yazmaya mecbur etmek istiyorum.

"like, when we come back from boozin', stealin' and' fightin', jeannie gives ye the pursin' o' the lips'," daft wullie went on.
a moan went up from all the feegles: 'oooh, save us from the pursin' o' the lips'!'
'an' there's the foldin' o' the arms,' said wullie, because he was even scaring himself.
'oooooh, waily, waily, waily, the foldin' o' the arms!' the feegles cried, tearing at their hair.
'not tae mention the tappin' o' the feets...' wullie stopped, not wanting to mention the tappin' o' the feets.'
'aargh! ooooo! no' the tappin' o' the feets!' some of the feegles started to bang their heads on trees.

(cheja - 7 Ekim 2006 23:41)