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Wyrd Sisters (Discworld Series #6)

Wyrd Sisters (Discworld Series #6)

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Terry Pratchett’s fantasy classic Wyrd Sisters, a novel in the Discworld series, is the story of Granny Weatherwax, the most highly regarded non-leader a coven of non-social witches could ever have.

Generally, these loners don't get involved in anything, mush less royal intrigue. but then there are those times they can't help it. As

Overview

Terry Pratchett’s fantasy classic Wyrd Sisters, a novel in the Discworld series, is the story of Granny Weatherwax, the most highly regarded non-leader a coven of non-social witches could ever have.

Generally, these loners don't get involved in anything, mush less royal intrigue. but then there are those times they can't help it. As Granny Weatherwax is about to discover, though, it's a lot harder to stir up trouble in the castle than some theatrical types would have you think. Even when you've got a few unexpected spells up your sleeve.

Granny Weatherwax teams with two other witches — Nanny Ogg and Margat Garlick - as an unlikely alliance to save a prince and restore him to the throne of Lancre, in a tale that borrows — or is it parodies — some of William Shakespeare's best-loved works.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061807152
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/13/2009
Series:
Discworld Series , #6
Sold by:
HARPERCOLLINS
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
31,169
File size:
488 KB

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Chapter One

The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin. Thunder rolled back and forth across the dark, rain-lashed hills.

The night was as black as the inside of a cat. It was the kind of night, you could believe, on which gods moved men as though they were pawns on the chessboard of fate. In the middle of this elemental storm a fire gleamed among the dripping furze bushes like the madness in a weasel's eye. It illuminated three hunched figures. As the cauldron bubbled an eldritch voice shrieked: "When shall we three meet again?"

There was a pause.

Finally another voice said, in far more ordinary tones: "Well, I can do next Tuesday."

Through the fathomless deeps of space swims the star turtle Great A'Tuin, bearing on its back the four giant elephants who carry on their shoulders the mass of the Discworld. A tiny sun and moon spin around them, on a complicated orbit to induce seasons, so probably nowhere else in the multiverse is it sometimes necessary for an elephant to cock a leg to allow the sun to go past.

Exactly why this should be may never be known. Possibly the Creator of the universe got bored with all the usual business of axial inclination, albedos and rotational velocities, and decided to have a bit of fun for once.

It would be a pretty good bet that the gods of a world like this probably do not play chess and indeed this is the case. In fact no gods anywhere play chess. They haven't got the imagination. Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that agod's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.

Magic glues the Discworld together — magic generated by the turning of the world itself, magic wound like silk out of the underlying structure of existence to suture the wounds of reality.

A lot of it ends up in the Ramtop Mountains, which stretch from the frozen lands near the Hub all the way, via a lengthy archipelago, to the warm seas which flow endlessly into space over the Rim.

Raw magic crackles invisibly from peak to peak and earths itself in the mountains. It is the Ramtops that supply the world with most of its witches and wizards. In the Ramtops the leaves on the trees move even when there is no breeze. Rocks go for a stroll of an evening.

Even the land, at times, seems alive ...

At times, so does the sky.

The storm was really giving it everything it had. This was its big chance. It had spent years hanging around the provinces, putting in some useful work as a squall, building up experience, making contacts, occasionally leaping out on unsuspecting shepherds or blasting quite small oak trees. Now an opening in the weather had given it an opportunity to strut its hour, and it was building up its role in the hope of being spotted by one of the big climates.

It was a good storm. There was quite effective projection and passion there, and critics agreed that if it would only learn to control its thunder it would be, in years to come, a storm to watch.

The woods roared their applause and were full of mists and flying leaves.

On nights such as these the gods, as has already been pointed out, play games other than chess with the fates of mortals and the thrones of kings. It is important to remember that they always cheat, right up to the end ...

And a coach came hurtling along the rough forest track, jerking violently as the wheels bounced off tree roots. The driver lashed at the team, the desperate crack of his whip providing a rather neat counterpoint to the crash of the tempest overhead.

Behind — only a little way behind, and getting closer-were three hooded riders.

On nights such as this, evil deeds are done. And good deeds, of course. But mostly evil, on the whole.

On nights such as this, witches are abroad.

Well, not actually abroad. They don't like the food and you can't trust the water and the shamans always hog the deckchairs. But there was a full moon breasting the ragged clouds and the rushing air was full of whispers and the very broad hint of magic.

In their clearing above the forest the witches spoke thus:

"I'm babysitting on Tuesday," said the one with no hat but a thatch of white curls so thick she might have been wearing a helmet. "For our Jason's youngest. I can manage Friday. Hurry up with the tea, luv. I'm that parched."

The junior member of the trio gave a sigh, and ladled some boiling water out of the cauldron into the teapot.

The third witch patted her hand in a kindly fashion.

"You said it quite well," she said. "Just a bit more work on the screeching. Ain't that right, Nanny Ogg?"

"Very useful screeching, I thought," said Nanny Ogg hurriedly. "And I can see Goodie Whemper, maysherestinpeace, gave you a lot of help with the squint."

"It's a good squint:' said Granny Weatherwax.

The junior witch, whose name was Magrat Garlick, relaxed considerably. She held Granny Weatherwax in awe. It was known throughout the Ramtop Mountains that Miss Weatherwax did not approve of anything very much. If she said it was a good squint, then Magrat's eyes were probably staring up her own nostrils.

Unlike wizards, who like nothing better than a complicated hierarchy, witches don't go in much for the structured approach to career progression. It's up to each individual witch to take on a girl to hand the area over to when she dies. Witches are not by nature gregarious, at least with other witches, and they certainly don't have leaders...

Meet the Author

Sir Terry Pratchett, OBE, was the author of more than 70 books, including the internationally bestselling Discworld series of novels. His books have been adapted for stage and screen, and he was the winner of multiple prizes, including the Carnegie Medal. In January 2009, Pratchett was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II in recognition of his services to literature. Sir Terry, who lived in England, died in March 2015 at the age of 66.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Date of Birth:
April 28, 1948
Place of Birth:
Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, England
Education:
Four honorary degrees in literature from the universities of Portsmouth, Bristol, Bath and Warwick

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Wyrd Sisters (Discworld Series) 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 74 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A student introduced the English department at my university to Terry Prachett's books and I'm beginning to suspect that 'he' is really a woman because he knows way too much about older women. This is a hilarious book in which I seem to recognize myself in both Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg, not to mention my penchant for trying to save baby birds and crying when they die, like Magrat Garlick. I have read about 12 Discworld books over Christmas break and have just ordered 7 more. I lent my copy of Wyrd Sisters to a fellow faculty member whose area is Renaissance drama, and he called me to inform me that I am en evil woman because he will now have to buy all twenty- something books too. Terry Prachett's books are emphatically NOT for adolescents only. The allusions to literature, folklore, fairy tales, and mythology make them little primers in general literary knowledge. This book is based on MacBeth with some folklore and social comment thrown in, but the characters of the three wyrd sisters are truly wonderful. Buy this book. Buy the series. These are at least as good as the Harry Potter series and I never thought I'd say that about any books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a lot of fun to read! Great characters and the plot moved along well.
lovetoreadAR More than 1 year ago
I loved this. I've read some of the Discworld series, still in the early stages, but I adore the witches. They're kind, but also a bit tricky and eccentric, and loads of fun. Who else to be the guardians of justice than 3 slighted witches who could've inspired Shakespeare? Add in a wronged and murdered king, not one but two lost sons, a hostile takeover, a kingdom unhappy, a rag tag theater group, Death in the wings, and a host of other fun characters and you get a wild ride only to be found in this famous series. I can't count the times I chuckled aloud or got deep into the plot completely losing track of time. You never really know where a discworld story is going to go, and that's half the fun! Talk about surprises along the way. I was so amused by the ending. Another great read. Can't wait to see what comes next.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Loved it!
mtsilence More than 1 year ago
Welcome to Discworld, authored and created by the late Terry Pratchett, don't be afraid jump right in any of the books is a good starting point, Discworld welcomes you, the adventures can happen anytime and in any pattern. Meet the witches, and wizards and all the people that populate Discworld, they'll invite you in for a cuppa' and some sound advise that will work just as well on Earth as in Discworld an they will show you things of wonder...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just got my kindle fire 6. Amazon is selling this book for 1.99. Sick of getting ripped off by Barnes and Noble .
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This is just one of the over 30 books of Pratchetts, and I have read (and own) most. There is not a single bad Discworld novel! I could not have made it through some seriously hard times without Discworld to run to. Read them all! You will not be sorry!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Terry Pratchett has written yet another wonderful book filled with endless humor and adventure
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wyrd Sisters is one of the rare books that made me laugh out loud. This is my 3rd copy as I keep giving mine to my friends to read. The witches have some very unexpected problems and pull off some very funny solutions.
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