Terry Pratchett died last week.

The internet has filled with tributes and retrospectives, people pouring out grief and reminiscences about him. The aforementioned tributes are all far more lyric and effective than I can manage.

However, I do feel like writing about him – not a massive amount, not attempting to stand alongside the eulogies from his friends and contemporaries, but he was a great man and a greater author; he casts a long shadow. I could write for thousands of pages about everything that was so amazing about his books, but I’m not going to – I’ll just run down the very basics of why I think he was amazing. Continue reading “Terry Pratchett” →