Romans & histoires Terry Pratchett Discworld

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

Although the description was suspected of exaggeration, it could also be seen that Terry was a decisive killer. Nevertheless, it was precisely because the War Department had such a compelling character that Heavenly Stars Sect could rank among the six major sects of Earlington of Efrax. Even if their sect was known for not being good at fighting, there were still no sects and monsters who dared to come and cause trouble as they wished. In Earlington of Efrax, Terry was also nicknamed the Reaper's Scythe. Not only that, he could even stop the infant's night terrors in the mortal world.

The scene which took place in my dreams was modelled after the one that I saw when I was in my weird trance state, the ceremony and ritual for my ascension as a commander of the Northshore legion. The grassy plains, bathed with a golden light with no sun present, the grasses and scanty trees this time around were green and not the dried up, barely surviving plants I saw last time. “Hello?” I asked softly. “Who am I seeing this time?” “Hello?”

he placed the empty cup down so hard a crack marred the middle of it. “Alastair’s half blood elf and the Emperor of the Empire. Things have already started changing.” She shrugged not understanding the reason what he was so worked up about. He bit his lip, glaring at the table so hard she was surprised he didn’t drill a hole in it. “You, why do you think you’ve never heard of vampires before? Because we’re rare and going extinct? Because we’re insignificant enough to be forgotten?” He lifted his sharp eyes which for a split second turned a deep red. Not Alastair’s rose coloured but a dirty muddy red.

Heidi smiled bitterly and whispered to Sofia, "He's from an upper-class first-tier sect known as the Highworld Sect. It's worth noting that they've been making so much progress that they're fast about to overtake the Horizon Sect." She paused briefly before continuing, "That Terry guy emerged as a prodigy in the Highworld Sect within the past two years. He was able to reach such a high level of attainment even though he is only twenty-one this year. His arrogance stems from that. Of course, many others in their sect have much higher attainment, but all of them aren't here. After all, there's no point for them to be here since they won't be able to enter the sect either."