Two years ago on March 12th, Terry Pratchett finally died. And that is still terribly sad. Because no one has done “fantasy, but with real people” better than him.
I tried really hard, but in the end, I gave in. But for once, let’s start with the beginning: With “my people”, there is this talk about sheep, wolves and sheepdogs: The people who live their lives ignorant of the dangers around them; the people who prey on them; and the ones who stand between the two to defend the former from the latter. It is an absolutely terrible metaphor for several reasons: Continue reading “Eloi. There, I said it.”