An excerpt from Small Gods -Terry Pratchett
But you … you’re omnicognisant,’ said Brutha. ‘That doesn’t mean I know everything.’ Brutha bit his lip. ‘Um. Yes. It does.’ ‘You sure?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Thought that was omnipotent.’ ‘No. That means you’re all-powerful. And you are. That’s what it says in the Book of Ossory. He was one of the Great Prophets, you know. I hope,’ Brutha added. ‘Who told him I was omnipotent?’ ‘You did.’ ‘No I didn’t.’ ‘Well, he said you did.’ ‘Don’t even remember anyone called Ossory,’ the tortoise muttered. ‘You spoke to him in the desert,’ said Brutha. ‘You must remember. He was eight feet tall? With a very long beard? And a huge staff? And the glow of the holy horns shining out of his head?’ He hesitated. But he’d seen the statues and the holy icons. They couldn’t be wrong. ‘Never met anyone like that,’ said the small god Om. ‘Maybe he was a bit shorter,’ Brutha conceded. ‘Ossory. Ossory,’ said the tortoise. ‘No … no … can’t say I—’ ‘He said that you spoke unto him from out of a pillar of flame,’ said Bru...