You're thinking of Terry Brooks there.
Pratchett had Shakespeare's wit for making gracious levity of the human experience, and it held as true in the fantasy city of Ankh-Morpork as it did anywhere people are people. Last night I slipped from the shelf a nigh on 400 page tome just of Pratchett's cleverest dialog and turns of phrase. I slipped it from a bookshelf dedicated to his Discworld hardcovers, the audiobooks, the humorless Sky One adaptations and cartoons, the Paul Kidby art book, and as big a space as all of that takes up in my home, a bigger hollow is left now that he's gone.
It was not a surprise, at all. He was very outspoken as a proponent for assisted suicide, and we seemed to be only counting down the days until the UK changed its assisted suicide laws or the Alzheimer's became so bad that Pratchett was willing to die outside of English soil... he was, after all, knighted. It should make it better that he went peacefully and never had to make that choice, but it doesn't. It just doesn't make it worse.
Mort, Men at Arms, Night Watch, and Small Gods were my favorites. I cannot have just one favorite in the works of such a prolific writer, right up until the very, very end. It would be like asking who my favorite human being is in the world.
Mort was something I drew on for one of my writing prompts when I was first approved on E. The first story I pitched grew from that, but it never did take off. That's okay. I learned and grew from the experience. What I really mean to say is that Pratchett was and continues to be a great influence and inspiration.
There's a Polish company that makes Discworld 28mm miniatures for hobby painters. I recently got back into this hobby as a way to relax and center myself. I had been avoiding such a purchase since they run expensive, but if there was ever a time when I needed a tiny little Samuel Vimes under my brush, this is it.