'Both comic and dark, blending high fantasy, twisted storytelling and all manner of wordplay .. a fine place to start reading Pratchett' The New York Times Book Review
On the Discworld s last continent, it s hot. It s dry. . very dry. There was this thing once called the Wet, which no one now believes in. Practically everything that s not poisonous is venomous. But it s the best bloody place in the world, all right?...
Deep in the Chalk, something is stirring. The owls and the foxes can sense it, and Tiffany Aching feels it in her boots. An old enemy is gathering strength.
From one of the bestselling science fiction and fantasy authors and most beloved storytellers of all time comes a truly unmissable and beautifully illustrated collection of rediscovered short stories
The post office is an ailing institution belonging to the olden days. New technology overshadows its mind-numbing bureaucracy and the creakingly slow pace of change. You can call them nostalgic, but there are still people who believe in the post: in the...
Rats! They're everywhere: in the breadbins, dancing across tabletops, stealing pies from under the cooks' noses. So, what does every town need? A good piper to lure them away.
'Funny, delightfully inventive, and refuses to lie down in its genre' ObserverThe 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,...
'Trousers. That's the secret.. Put on trousers and the world changes. We walk different. We act different. I see these girls and I think: idiots! Get yourself some trousers!'
When it comes to racial hatred and sectarian violence, the phrase 'vive la difference' is usually one of the furthest from the tip of the mob's tongue. When a whole city is poised on the very brink of anarchy, it only requires one thing to...
Sam Vimes is a man on the run. Yesterday he was a duke, a chief of police and the ambassador to the mysterious, fat-rich country of Uberwald. Now he has nothing but his native wit and the gloomy trousers of Uncle Vanya (don't ask). It's snowing....