By Terry Pratchett
Discworld's purely demonology hacker, Eric,is approximately to make existence very tough for the remainder of Ankh-Morpork's denizens. This would-be Faust is especially bad . . . at his paintings, that is.All he wishes is to satisfy 3 little wishes:to stay eternally, to be grasp of the universe, and to have a stylin' sizzling babe.
But Eric isn't really even solid at getting his personal means. rather than a strong demon, he conjures, good, Rincewind, a wizard whose incompetence is matched basically through Eric's. And as though that wasn't undesirable adequate, that cute trip accent the bags has arrived, too. observed through his new most sensible neighbors, there is just one factor Eric needs now—that he'd by no means been born!
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