The 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, that is . . .’Anything you do in the past changes the future. The tiniest little actions have huge consequences. You might tread on an ant now and it might entirely prevent someone from being born in the future.’The Discworld’s most inept wizard has found himself on the Discworld’s last continent, a completely separate creation.It’s hot. It’s dry . . . very dry. There was this thing once called The Wet, which no one believes in. Practically everything that’s not poisonous is venomous. But it’s the best bloody place in the world, all right?And in a few days, it will be except . . . Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Champion sheep shearer, horse rider, road warrior, beer drinker, bush ranger, and someone who’ll even eat a Meat Pie Floater when he’s sober? A man in a hat whose luggage follows him on little legs, who’s about to change history by preventing a swagman stealing a jumbuck by a billabong?Yes . . . all this place has between itself and wind-blown doom is Rincewind, the inept wizard who can’t even spell wizard. Still . . . no worries, eh?The Discworld novels can be read in any order but The Last Continent is the sixth book in the Wizards series.

This is a story about sex and drugs and Music With Rocks In.Well……one out of three ain’t bad.Being sixteen is always difficult, even more so when there’s a Death in the family. After all, it’s hard to grow up normally when Grandfather rides a white horse and wields a scythe. Especially if he decides to take a well-earned moment to uncover the meaning of life and discover himself in the process, so that you have to take over the family business, and everyone mistakes you for the Tooth Fairy.And especially when you have to face the new and addictive music that has entered Discworld. It’s lawless. It changes people. It’s got a beat and you can dance to it.It’s called Music With Rocks In.And it won’t fade away.

The 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, that is . . .’Just because you can’t explain it, doesn’t mean it’s a miracle.’In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was: ‘Hey, you!’ This is the Discworld, after all, and religion is a controversial business.Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods, of every shape and size, and all elbowing for space at the top. In such a competitive environment, shape and size can be pretty crucial to make one’s presence felt.So it’s certainly not helpful to be reduced to appearing in the form of a tortoise, a manifestation far below god-like status in anyone’s book.In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast: for the Great God Om, Brutha the novice is the Chosen One – or at least the only One available. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please . . .The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Small Gods is a standalone novel.

The 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, that is . . .’Death has to happen. That’s what bein’ alive is all about. You’re alive, and then you’re dead. It can’t just stop happening.’But it can. And it has.Death is missing – presumed gone.Which leads to the kind of chaos you always get when an important public service is withdrawn. If Death doesn’t come for you, then what are you supposed to do in the meantime?You can’t have the undead wandering about like lost souls — there’s no telling what might happen!Particularly when they discover that life really is only for the living . . .The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Reaper Man is the second book in the Death series.

The 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, that is…’Don’t put your trust in revolutions. They always come round again. That’s why they’re called revolutions. People die, and nothing changes.’For a policeman, there can be few things worse than a serial killer loose in your city. Except, perhaps, a serial killer who targets coppers, and a city on the brink of bloody revolution.For Commander Sam Vimes, it all feels horribly familiar. Caught on the roof of a very magical building during a storm, he’s found himself back in his own rough, tough past without even the clothes he was standing up in when the lightning struck. Living in the past is hard, especially when your time travel companion is a serial killer who knows where you live. But he must survive, because he has a job to do: track down the murderer and change the outcome of the rebellion.The problem is: if he wins, he’s got no wife, no child, no future…

The 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, that is . . .’What’s so hard about pulling a sword out of a stone? The real work’s already been done. You ought to make yourself useful and find the man who put the sword in the stone in the first place.’The City Watch needs MEN! But what it’s got includes Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance-constable Detritus (a troll), Lance-constable Angua (a woman… most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving).And they need all the help they can get, because someone in Ankh-Morpork has been getting dangerous ideas — about crowns and legendary swords, and destiny.And the problem with destiny is, of course, that she is not always careful where she points her finger. One minute you might be minding your own business on a normal if not spectacular career path, the next you might be in the frame for the big job, like saving the world . . .

The 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, that is . . .What sort of person sits down and writes a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man . . .It can also bring Death. And plenty of it. In unpleasant variations.This isn’t real life — it’s worse. This is the Opera House, Ankh-Morpork . . . a huge, rambling building where innocent young sopranos are being targeted by a strangely familiar evil mastermind in a mask and evening dress and with a penchant for lurking in shadows and occasional murder.But Granny Weatherwax, Discworld’s most formidable witch, is in the audience. And she doesn’t hold with that sort of thing. There’s going to be trouble (but nevertheless a good evenin’s entertainment with murders you can really hum to) and the show MUST go on.The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Maskerade is the fifth book in the Witches series.

The 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, that is…The fairies are back — but this time they don’t just want your teeth…It’s Midsummer Night — no time for dreaming. Because sometimes, when there’s more than one reality at play, too much dreaming can make the walls between them come tumbling down.Unfortunately there’s usually a damned good reason for there being walls between them in the first place — to keep things out. Things who want to make mischief and play havoc with the natural order.Granny Weatherwax and her tiny coven of witches are up against real elves. And they’re spectacularly nasty creatures. Even in a world of dwarves, wizards, trolls, Morris dancers — and the odd orang-utan — this is going to cause trouble…The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Lords and Ladies is the fourth book in the Witches series.

The 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, that is . . .’It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hotdogs to the rest.’Insurrection is in the air in the city of Ankh-Morpork. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again.Captain Sam Vimes of the city’s ramshackle Night Watch is used to this. It’s enough to drive a man to drink. Well, to drink more. But this time, something is different — the Have-Nots have found the key to a dormant, lethal weapon that even they don’t fully understand, and they’re about to unleash a campaign of terror on the city.Time for Captain Vimes to sober up.

The 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, that is . . .The post was an old thing, of course, but it was so old that it had magically become new again.Moist von Lipwig is a con artist and a fraud and a man faced with a life choice: be hanged, or put the ailing postal service of Ankh-Morpork – the Discworld’s city-state – back on its feet.It’s a tough decision.The post is a creaking old institution, overshadowed by new technology. But there are people who still believe in it, and Moist must become one of them if he’s going to see that the mail gets through, come rain, hail, sleet, dogs, the Post Office Workers Friendly and Benevolent Society, an evil chairman . . . and a midnight killer.Getting a date with Adora Bell Dearheart would be nice, too.Perhaps there’s a shot at redemption in the mad world of the mail, waiting for a man who’s prepared to push the envelope . . .The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Going Postal is the first book in the Moist von Lipwig series.

The 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, that is . . .’Sorry?’ said Carrot. If it’s just a thing, how can it commit murder? A sword is a thing’ — he drew his own sword; it made an almost silken sound — ‘and of course you can’t blame a sword if someone thrust it at you, sir.’For Commander Vimes, Head of Ankh-Morpork City Watch, life consists of troubling times, linked together by…well, more troubling times.Right now, it’s the latter. There’s a werewolf with pre-lunar tension in the city, and a dwarf with attitude and a golem who’s begun to think for itself, but that’s just ordinary trouble. The real problem is more puzzling — people are being murdered, but there’s no trace of anything alive having been at the crime scene.So Vimes not only has to find out whodunit, but howdunit too. He’s not even sure what they dun. But soon as he knows what the questions are, he’s going to want some answers.