Terry Pratchett's The Light Fantastic

So this book is a direct continuation of The Colour Of Magic, with Rincewind literally flying off the face of the ea–, I mean, Disc. He doesn't die, because the Spell in his head won't let him. Which is good for him in a way.

Trymon is introduced in this book, and is described as a young, ambitious wizard who likes things organized (i.e. the opposite of the messy wizards), and sends out memos and stuff. Sounds like the modern manager to me. Hahaha. Anyway, Trymon finds out that if he reads out all the Spells in the Octavo, which is like, T3H ULT1MAT3 SP311B00K(!!1!) because it was supposedly left by the Creator, he'd be able to get whatever he wants, and be super-powerful and take over the world! He would also be releasing monsters from the Dungeon Dimension, if I'm not mistaken, but no one really cares about that. Currently, he doesn't have all eight, because one of them's in Rincewind's head.

The main issue in the book is where the Great A'Tuin is heading. Turns out, he's heading towards this red star, which isn't all too good for our people on the Disc, since stars are hot, and well, they're not. So we have the usual massive panic.

In the end, Rincewind manages to get the spell out of his head, Trymon gets his comeuppance (he gets possessed by the Bad Creatures, pretty similar to how the condemned souls went into the bad guy in Ghost Rider. They don't need a portal to be opened; they could just use Trymon) and becomes a splat on the ground below, and Twoflower heads back home after the adventure, after giving the Luggage to Rincewind as a gift. I love the Luggage.

This book was alright for me, I guess, although I enjoyed the bit about how trolls (who're made of rock) start philosophising about their existence and why they're here and stuff and stop being trolls and turn into part of the scenery. One of the trolls say that the rock on the end was his aunt, and she hasn't moved in two hundred years. Hahaha.