The Color of Magic (Discworld, #1)

by Terry Pratchett

“I assure you the thought never even crossed my mind, Lord.” “Indeed? Then if I were you I’d sue my face for slander.”

His ears tried to crawl into his head in terror of the syllables they had just heard.

was black, the sort of black that is less a color than a graveyard of colors,

“What heroes like best is themselves.”

It is at this point that normal language gives up, and goes and has a drink.

I’ve seen excitement, and I’ve seen boredom. And boredom was best.