THE SHOW MUST GO ON, AS MURDER, MUSIC AND MAYHEM RUN RIOT IN THE NIGHT…The Opera House, Ankh-Morpork… A huge, rambling building, where innocent young sopranos are lured to their destiny by a strangely familiar evil mastermind in a hideously deformed evening dress…At least, he hopes so. But Granny Weatherwax, Discworld’s most famous witch, is in the audience. And she doesn’t hold with that sort of thing.So there’s going to be trouble (but nevertheless a good evening’s entertainment with murders you can really hum…)

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. And 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 are up against real elves. And even in a world of dwarfs, wizards, trolls, Morris dancers and the odd orang-utan, this is going to cause real trouble. With lots of hey-nonny-nonny and blood all over the place.

A beautiful gift-edition hardback of the classic Discworld novel.Discworld goes to war, with armies of sardines, warriors, fishermen, squid and at least one very camp follower.As two armies march, Commander Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch faces unpleasant foes who are out to get him … and that’s just the people on his side. The enemy might be even worse.Jingo, the 21st in Terry Pratchett’s phenomenally successful Discworld series, makes the World Cup look like a friendly five-a-side.

A beautiful gift-edition hardback of the classic Discworld novel.There was an eighth son of an eighth son. He was, quite naturally, a wizard. And there it should have ended. However (for reasons we’d better not go into), he had seven sons. And then he had an eighth son. . . a wizard squared. . . a source of magic. . . a Sourcerer. Sourcery sees the return of Rincewind and the Luggage as the Discworld faces its greatest — and funniest — challenge yet.

On a world supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), a gleeful, explosive, wickedly eccentric expedition sets out. There’s an avaricious but inept wizard, a naive tourist whose luggage moves on hundreds of dear little legs, dragons who only exist if you believe in them, and of course THE EDGE of the planet…

Other children get given xylophones. Susan just had to ask her grandfather to take his vest off.Yes. There’s a Death in the family.It’s hard to grow up normally when Grandfather rides a white horse and wields a scythe — especially when 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 called Music With Rocks In.It’s got a beat and you can dance to it, but. . .It’s alive.And it won’t fade away.

In the beginning was the Word.And the Word was: »Hey, you!»For Brutha the novice is the Chosen One. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love.He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please…

Wise words in all probability, but a tall order when you have just become the pharaoh of a small and penniless country whose largesse — and indeed treasury — is unlikely to stretch to the building of a monumental pyramid to honour your dead father. And particularly when your only visible means of support is a recently acquired qualification from the Guild of Assassins where running a kingdom and basic financial acumen were not prerequisites for course entry…