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=====Pratchett, Terry=====
====The Color of Magic====
Fire roared through the bifurcated city of Ankh-Morpork.
====Equal Rites====
This is a story about magic and where it goes and perhaps more importantly where it comes from and why, although it doesn't pretend to answer all or any of these questions.
====Interesting Times====
This is where the gods play games with the lives of men, on a board which is //at one and the same time// a simple playing area and the whole world.
====Soul Music====
Where to finish?
====Maskarade====
The wind howled.
====Men at Arms====
Corporal Carrot, Ankh-Morpork City Guard (Night Watch), sat down in his nightshirt, took up his pencil, sucked the end for a moment, and then wrote:
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