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Discworld 07 - Pyramids

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Pyramids is the seventh book in the award-winning comic fantasy Discworld series by Terry Pratchett.
In Pyramids, you'll discover the tale of Teppic, a student at the Assassin’s Guild of Ankh-Morpok and prince of the tiny kingdom of Djelibeybi, thrust into the role of pharaoh after his father’s sudden death. It's bad enough being new on the job, but Teppic hasn't a clue as to what a pharaoh is supposed to do. First, there's the monumental task of building a suitable resting place for Dad — a pyramid to end all pyramids. Then there are the myriad administrative duties, such as dealing with mad priests, sacred crocodiles, and marching mummies. And to top it all off, the adolescent pharaoh discovers deceit, betrayal—not to mention a headstrong handmaiden—at the heart of his realm.
Sometimes being a god is no fun at all…
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  • Ashley Spychallaцитирует6 лет назад
    He knew about tortoises. There were tortoises in the Old Kingdom. They could be called a lot of things—vegetarians, patient, thoughtful, even extremely diligent and persistent sex-maniacs—but never, up until now, fast. Fast was a word particularly associated with tortoises because they were not it.
  • bblbrxцитирует3 года назад
    Ptraci gave this some consideration.

    ‘And that’s a mocracy, is it?’

    ‘They invented it in Ephebe, you know,’ said Teppic, feeling obscurely that he ought to defend it.

    ‘I bet they had trouble exporting it,’ said Ptraci firmly.
  • bblbrxцитирует3 года назад
    ‘What’s Ephebe like?’ said Ptraci.

    ‘I’ve never been there. Apparently it’s ruled by a Tyrant.’

    ‘I hope we don’t meet him, then.’

    Teppic shook his head. ‘It’s not like that,’ he said. ‘They have a new Tyrant every five years and they do something to him first.’ He hesitated. ‘I think they ee-lect him.’

    ‘Is that something like they do to tomcats and bulls and things?’

    ‘Er.’

    ‘You know. To make them stop fighting and be more peaceful.’

    Teppic winced. ‘To be honest, I’m not sure,’ he said. ‘But I don’t think so. They’ve got something they do it with, I think it’s called a mocracy, and it means everyone in the whole country can say who the new Tyrant is. One man, one—’ He paused. The political history lesson seemed a very long while ago, and had introduced concepts never heard of in Djelibeybi or in Ankh-Morpork, for that matter. He had a stab at it, anyway. ‘One man, one vet.’

    ‘That’s for the eelecting, then?’

    He shrugged. It might be, for all he knew. ‘The point is, though, that everyone can do it. They’re very proud of it. Everyone has—’ he hesitated again, certain now that things were amiss — ‘the vet. Except for women, of course. And children. And criminals. And slaves. And stupid people. And people of foreign extraction. And people disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lots of other people. But everyone apart from them. It’s a very enlightened civilization.’

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