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Small Gods - Terry Pratchett	Terry Pratchett	Small Gods			.epub	application/epub+zip	93075	11602	96	"Now, Brutha," he said, "you know what happens to people who tell falsehoods, don't you?" So Brutha grew up in the sure and certain knowledge of the Great God Om. Brutha grew up knowing that Om's eyes were on him all the time, especially in places like the privy, and that demons assailed him on all sides and were only kept at bay by the strength of his belief and the weight of grandmother's cane, which was kept behind the door on those rare occasions when it was not being used. "The Great God Om"-holy horns-"would know that He Himself said unto the Prophet Wallspur-" Brutha coughed and assumed the creased-eyebrow squint that meant serious thought was being undertaken. "Whatever you say," said Brutha, "I still know that you can't truly be Om. The God would not talk like that about His chosen ones."	./cache/Small Gods - Terry Pratchett.epub	./txt/Small Gods - Terry Pratchett.txt