My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Starring Three Witches, also kings, daggers, crowns, storms, dwarfs, cats, ghosts, spectres, apes, bandits, demons, forests, heirs, jesters, tortures, trolls, turntables, general rejoicing and divers alarums
Another pleasant witchy surprise on my re-reading journey with another witchy five-star read!
The plot in Wyrd Sisters is probably the tightest yet with Pratchett staying on point and developing each of the considerably-fewer-than-usual characters. I particularly love how the witches themselves are developing – Granny and Nanny are at opposite ends on the ignorance scale and both are equally hilarious.
Pratchett’s unique descriptions are still scattered throughout, some of them short and sweet:
The wind howled. Lightning stabbed at the earth erratically, like an inefficient assassin.
…and some of them deliciously two paragraphs long:
It was a rich and wonderful voice, with every diphthong gliding beautifully into place. It was a golden brown voice. If the Creator of the multiverse had a voice, it was a voice such as this. If it had a drawback, it was that it wasn’t a voice you could use, for example, for ordering coal. Coal ordered by this voice would become diamonds.
It apparently belonged to a large fat man who had been badly savaged by a moustache. Pink veins made a map of quite a large city on his cheeks; his nose could have hidden successfully in a bowl of strawberries. He wore a ragged jerkin and holey tights with an aplomb that nearly convinced you that his velvet-and-vermine robes were in the wash just at the moment.
Plus the groundwork’s been laid for the magic swords and strawberry birthmarks to come…
Wyrd Sisters is definitely a favourite so far!