Small Gods/Tear Jerker

The meeting with Ephebe's Tyrant, particularly:

Vorbis: Slave is an Ephebian word. In Om we have no word for slave.
Tyrant: So I understand. I imagine that fish have no word for water.

Brutha's speech on death:

Simony: We died for lies, for centuries we died for lies. Now we've got a truth to die for!
Brutha: No. Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.

I forgot.
Brutha's death (of extreme old age), where he meets Death at the beginning of the desert crossing, then discovers that Complete Monster Tautological Templar Vorbis has spent the entire hundred years since his own death cowering there, too afraid to move or pass on, trapped in an Ironic Hell entirely fitting his vile deeds. Even Death offers the opinion that he's getting what he deserves. But Brutha feels otherwise, taking his enemy's hand to guide him across the last desert.

Brutha: Yes. He's Vorbis. But I'm me.

After spending most of the book being a Jerkass in the way only a Discworld god can manage, Om regains his power... and directly afterward, heads for Cori Celesti to stop a war threatening Omnia, and more specifically Brutha, his new Prophet. He finds the other gods playing dice with the lives of their believers, and with his newly-gained perspective (and quite a lot of very convinced believers on his side now), Om beats the tar out of 80% of the Discworld pantheon single-handed, then strong-arms each of them into simultaneously delivering the following message to their own believers on the battlefield:

I. This Is Not A Game.
II. Here And Now, You Are Alive.

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