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“No! Please! I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" the man yelled. "Really?" said Vimes. "What's the orbital velocity of the moon?" "What?" "Oh, you'd like something simpler?”

Quote by Terry Pratchett

Book:Night Watch
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Night Watch

In this gripping narrative, the protagonist navigates a complex world where the supernatural and the human coexist, facing moral dilemmas and the struggle for power. The story delves into themes of loyalty, betrayal, and the human condition, all while the protagonist grapples with the responsibilities of his role in the Night Watch. more

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Terry Pratchett
Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett was a British author renowned for his fantasy novel series, 'Discworld'. His works are appreciated for their unique humor and profound philosophical insights. Pratchett's contributions to literature extend beyond fantasy, encompassing science fiction, humor, and children's literature. more

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