Silence

R.I.P.

To a great writer who has succumbed to Death's advances, may you rest in peace Terry Pratchett. You will surely be sorely missed.

And Death said unto he who made him famous,

"COME FATHER, MY CREATOR, WE GO NOW TO THE HOME OF YOUR CREATION. THE DISC WORLD AWAITS YOU WITH OPEN ARMS, TO WELCOME YOU TO ITS TREMBLING BREAST. IT IS BUT ONCE THAT THE GREAT A'TUIN PASSES BY EARTH, LET US GO NOW ON THE FINAL JOURNEY AND REVEL FOREVER, AS WE SAIL THE INFINITE PLACE, THEY CALL SPACE."

R.I.P.

Thank you for the glorious stories you wove, that I have loved since I have been able to read. I will lose myself in your tales you wove out of the fabric of nothing and thus remember you till Death comes to visit me again.