Wyrd Sisters (Discworld, #6; Witches, #2)

by Terry Pratchett

“I hate cats.” Death’s face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. I SEE, he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat-haters.

Lancre Castle was built on an outcrop of rock by an architect who had heard about Gormenghast but hadn’t got the budget.

“How many times have you thrown a magic ring into the deepest depths of the ocean and then, when you get home and have a nice bit of turbot for your tea, there it is?” They considered this in silence. “Never,” said Granny irritably. “And nor have you.

“Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things. Well-known fact,”