'Deftly weaves themes of forgiveness, belief and spiritual regeneration'
The Times
 
The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . .

'Just because you can't explain it, doesn't mean it's a miracle.'
 
In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was: 'Hey, you!'
 
This is the Discworld, after all, and religion is a controversial business.
 
Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods, of every shape and size, and all elbowing for space at the top.

In such a competitive environment, shape and size can be pretty crucial to make one's presence felt.
 
So it's certainly not helpful to be reduced to appearing in the form of a tortoise, a manifestation far below god-like status in anyone's book. In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast: for the Great God Om, Brutha the novice is the Chosen One - or at least the only One available.

He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please . . .