Equal Rites (Discworld, #3; Witches, #1)

by Terry Pratchett

The storm walked around the hills on legs of lightning, shouting and grumbling.

Time passed, which, basically, is its job.

She loved her brothers, when she reminded herself to, in a dutiful sort of way, although she generally remembered them as a collection of loud noises in trousers.

For the first time in her life Granny wondered whether there might be something important in all these books people were setting such store by these days, although she was opposed to books on strict moral grounds, since she had heard that many of them were written by dead people and therefore it stood to reason reading them would be as bad as necromancy.