Such a sad day today. Terry Pratchett was my favourite author since high school. I’d go in early with my sister, and curl up in a chair in the library with his books. His books take up a good third of the bookshelf beside me. I’ve never read an author with such a sense of character and humour, a world with such a level of development. Terry Pratchett may be gone, but the stories he wrote will remain (and I’m sure tomorrow, there’ll be another sun rise on Discworld).