The writer Terry Pratchett, who took millions of readers on a madcap journey to the universe of Discworld, has died aged 66.
The announcement came in typically irreverent manner on the author’s Twitter feed, with a series beginning in the voice of his character, Death: “AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.”
“Terry took Death’s arm,” the series continued, “and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.”
Pratchett’s publisher, Larry Finlay, paid tribute to one of the world’s “brightest, sharpest minds”.
“In over 70 books, Terry enriched the planet like few before him,” Finlay said. “As all who read him know, Discworld was his vehicle to satirise this world: he did so brilliantly, with great skill, enormous humour and constant invention.”
The author died at his home “with his cat sleeping on his bed, surrounded by his family” on Thursday, said Finlay.