I missed him.

The world would miss him a lot.

I just started his new book today, A Slip of Keyboard.

I read most of his work. And they are fun books. 

The world had lost a great writer. A writer that motivated by rage. An atheist who believe serious and humor could go together. 

Blurb:

They are the "Others," an ancient race of supernatural beings—magicians, shape-shifters, vampires, and healers—who live among us. Human born, they must choose a side to swear allegiance to—the Dark or the Light—when they come of age.

For a millennium, these opponents have coexisted in an uneasy peace, enforced by defenders like the Night Watch, forces of the Light who guard against the Dark. But prophecy decrees that one supreme "Other" will arise to spark a cataclysmic war.

Pratchett doesn’t always work for me, notably in most of the Discworld books. (I know I am deprived. I wish I could be different.) But Rachel Neumeier suggested trying this one in a comment, and I’m glad I listened. I loved Sam Vimes and the rest of the cast, and the impossible situation he’s thrust into, and the fact that the plot loops around on itself in a marvelous and sob-inducing manner. I finished and immediately went back to read the beginning again and started crying. It’s brilliant the way Pratchett turns us from the onlookers who weren’t there into the veterans who were. I’ve been informed that I should read the rest of the Vimes sequence, and I have Guards! Guards! checked out right now.