This is my first Discworld book, and it’s not that it’s earthshaking, but it is utterly, utterly charming and impossible to put down.
Maybe I like Moist von Lipwig because he’s a lot like Miles Vorkosigan, i.e., a good-hearted guy possessed of a brilliant criminal mind.
“Do you think I should pray, Igor?” said Moist, watching his face.
“I couldn’t thay. The Igor position on prayer is that it is nothing more than hope with a beat to it.”
Moist leaned closer and whispered, “Igor, as one Uberwald lad to another, your lisp just departed.”
Igor’s frown grew. “Thorry, thur, I have a lot on my mind,” he said, rolling his eyes to indicate the nervous Hubert.