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On a world supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), a gleeful, explosive, wickedly eccentric expedition sets out. Thereās 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 planetā¦
It is known as the Discworld. It is a flat planet, supported on the backs of four elephants, who in turn stand on the back of the great turtle AāTuin as it swims majestically through space. And it is quite possibly the funniest place in all of creationā¦As it moves towards a seemingly inevitable collision with a malevolent red star, the Discworld has only one possible saviour. Unfortunately, this happens to be the singularly inept and cowardly wizard called Rincewind, who was last seen falling off the edge of the world.

The last thing the wizard Drum Billet did, before Death laid a bony hand on his shoulder, was to pass on his staff of power to the eighth son of an eighth son. Unfortunately for his colleagues in the chauvinistic (not to say misogynistic) world of magic, he failed to check on the new-born babyās sexā¦Terry Pratchett turns his acute satirical eye on sexual equality and chauvinism in his hilarious third Discworld novel.

Death comes to us all. When he came to Mort, he offered him a job. After being assured that being dead was not compulsory, Mort accepted. However, he soon found that romantic longings did not mix easily with the responsibilities of being Deathās apprentice. Terry Pratchettās hilarious fourth Discworld novel established once and for all that Death really is a laughing matterā¦

There was an eighth son of an eighth son. He was, quite naturally, a wizard. And there it should have ended. However (for reasons weād better not go into), he had seven sons. And then he had an eighth sonā¦a wizard squaredā¦a source of magicā¦a Sourcerer. Sourcery sees the return of Rincewind and the Luggage as the Discworld faces its greatest ā and funniest ā challenge yet.

Things like crowns had a troublesome effect on clever folks; it was best to leave all the reigning to the kind of people whose eyebrows met in the middle. Three witches gathered on a lonely heath. A king cruelly murdered, his throne usurped by his ambitious cousin. A child heir and the crown of the kingdom, both missing. Witches donāt have these kind of dynastic problems themselves ā in fact, they donāt have leaders. Granny Weatherwax was the most highly-regarded of the leaders they didnāt have. But even she found that meddling in royal politics was a lot more complicated than certain playwrights would have you believe, particularly when the blood on your hands just wonāt wash off and youāre facing a future with knives in itā¦

āLook after the deadā, said the priests, āand the dead will look after you.ā Wise words in all probability, but a tall order when, like Teppic, you have just become the pharaoh of a small and penniless country rather earlier than expected, and your treasury is unlikely to stretch to the building of a monumental pyramid to honour your dead father. Heād had the best education money could buy of course, but unfortunately the syllabus at the āAssassinās Guildā in Ankh-Morpork did not cover running a kingdom and basic financial acumenā¦

This is where the dragons went. They lieā¦not dead, not asleep, butā¦dormant. And although the space they occupy isnāt like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly. And presumably, somewhere, thereās a keyā¦GUARDS! GUARDS! is the 8th Discworld novel ā and after this, dragons will never be the same again!