There was bickering behind Susan as she sought along the shelves in the canyons of Death's huge library, which was so big that clouds would form in it if they dared.
'Ah,' said Susan, under her breath. 'The Hogfather...'
He had several shelves, not just one book. The first volume seemed to be written on a roll of animal skin. The Hogfather was old.
Terry Pratchett / Hogfather










