Small Gods: (Discworld Novel 13) (Discworld Novels)

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God of agriculture, leader and the youngest of the first generation of Titans and father of the Titans. Not to be confused with Cronos, god of time. And I Must Scream: Vorbis's final fate - an eternity in the absolute silence of his own mind, all alone with himself - is Subverted when Brutha mercifully takes him to the afterlife. Amnesiac God: Om remembers he's a god at the beginning of the book, thanks to Brutha's proximity. He has spent three years at least without being aware of what he was, and is consequently terrified of what happens if he gets too far away from Brutha.

It's Lampshaded as a Continuity Nod cameo by the narration noting that the scene doesn't have anything to do with the rest of the story - it's just nice to know it happened.

It Came from the Fridge: The, ahem, live yogurt sold by Cut-Me-Own-Hand-Off Dhblah, which was kept out in the sun too long. As a result, Dhblah had to keep hitting it with a spoon to prevent it from escaping. Twin brother of Castor, together known as the Dioskouri, that were transformed into the constellation Gemini. Running Gag: Everyone who notices Om for the first time remarks, "There's good eating on one of those." My Skull Runneth Over: Brutha experiences discomfort after memorizing the entire Ephebean library. Despite having never learned to read, the information from the books he memorized somehow manages to leak into his mind. Thankfully for Brutha, it never gets worse than the discomfort and knowledge leaks.

Death Equals Redemption: In the epilogue, after a hundred years in the desert with only the company of his own thoughts, Vorbis gets a chance at redemption thanks to Brutha. Brutha is gifted with an eidetic memory and is therefore chosen by Vorbis, the head of the Quisition, to accompany him on a diplomatic mission to Ephebe as his secretary. However, Brutha is also considered unintelligent, since he never learned to read, and rarely thinks for himself. This begins to change after Brutha discovers Ephebe's philosophers; the idea of people entertaining ideas they are not certain they believe or even understand, let alone starting fistfights over them, is an entirely new concept to him.

Brutha is a simple lad. He can’t read. He can’t write. He’s pretty good at growing melons. And his wants are few.