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Tiffany Aching is a trainee witch — now working for the seriously scary Miss Treason. But when Tiffany witnesses the Dark Dance — the crossover from summer to winter — she does what no one has ever done before and leaps into the dance. Into the oldest story there ever is. And draws the attention of the Wintersmith himself.
As Tiffany-shaped snowflakes hammer down on the land, can Tiffany deal with the consequences of her actions? Even with the help of Granny Weatherwax and the Nac Mac Feegle — the fightin’, thievin’ pictsies who are prepared to lay down their lives for their “big wee hag.”
Wintersmith is the third title in an exuberant series crackling with energy and humour. It follows The Wee Free Men and Hat Full of Sky.
325 pages, Hardcover
First published September 21, 2006
And then one day a traveling teacher (...) talked about how some wizards had once, using very skillful magic, worked out exactly what a human being was made of. It was mostly water, but there were iron and brimstone and soot and a pinch of just about everything else, even a tiny amount of gold, but all cooked up together somehow.
It made as much sense to Tiffany as anything else did. But she was certain of this: If you took all that stuff and put it in a big bowl, it wouldn’t turn into a human no matter how much you shouted at it.
You couldn’t make a picture by pouring a lot of paint into a bucket. If you were human, you knew that.
The Wintersmith wasn’t. The Wintersmith didn’t….
(...) The words went around and around her mind as the borrowed broom plunged onward. At one point Dr. Bustle turned up, with his reedy, self-satisfied voice, and gave her a lecture on the Lesser Elements and how, indeed, humans were made up of nearly all of them but also contained a lot of narrativium, the basic element of stories, which you could detect only by watching the way all the others behaved….
“When a bull coo meets a lady coo he disna have tae say, "My hert goes bang-bang-bang when I see your wee face," 'cuz it's kinda built intae their heads. People have it more difficult. Romancin' is verra important ye ken. Basically it's a way the boy can get close to the girl wi'oot her attackin' him and scratchin' his eyes oot.'It’s a worthy addition to the Discworld canon and it’s encouraged me to re-read The Wee Free Men , and also grab a copy of Hat Full of Sky and I Shall Wear Midnight , but Wintersmith doesn’t quite measure up to the inspirational awesomeness of my favourites.
A witch was just someone who knew a bit more than you did. That's what the name meant. And some people didn't like anyone who knew more than they did, so these days the wandering teachers and the travelling librarians steered clear of the place. The way things were going, if the people of Dogbend wanted to throw stones at anyone who knew more than them, they'd soon have to throw them at the pigs.
Yes... perhaps Miss Treason didn't just take the cake, a packet of biscuits with sprinkles on top, and a candle, but also the trifle, the sandwiches and a man who made amusing balloon animals afterwards.
...the first time she'd had to go out to deal with someone who looked dead - a young man who'd been in a horrible sawmill accident - she'd done every single test, even though she'd had to go and find his head.
"I wasn't going to describe it quite like that," said Nanny Ogg.
"Yes, I suspects you weren't!" said Granny. "I suspects you were going to use Language!"
Tiffany definitely heard the capital "L", which entirely suggested that the language she was thinking of was not to be uttered in polite company.
Nanny stood up and tried to look haughty, which is hard to do when you have a face like a happy apple.