Who's murdering harmless old men? Who's poisoning the Patrician? As autumn fogs hold Ankh-Morpork in their grip, the City Watch have to track down a murderer who can't be seen. Maybe the golems know something - but the solemn men of clay, who work all day and night and are never any trouble to anyon[...]

Koom Valley! That was where the trolls ambushed the dwarfs, or the dwarfs ambushed the trolls. It was far away. It was a long time ago. But if he doesn't solve the murder of just one dwarf, Commander Sam Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to see it fought again, right outside his office. Ther[...]

Throughout history, there's always been a good reason to start a war. It is after all every citizen's right to bear arms to defend what they consider to be their own. And in such circumstances, you shouldn't let small details like the absence of an army get in the way of a righteous fight with all t[...]

There's nothing like the issue of evolution to get under the skin of academics. Especially when those same academics are by chance or bad judgement deposited at a critical evolutionary turning point when one wrong move could have catastrophic results for the future.[...]

Mightily Oats has not picked a good time to be priest. He thought he'd come to the mountain kingdom of Lancre for a simple little religious ceremony. Now, he's caught up in a war between vampires and witches, and he's not sure there is a right side. Mightily Oats knows he has a prayer, but he wishes[...]

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 if he can't make it through the forest to civilization, there's going to be a terrible war. But there are werewolve[...]

William de Worde is the accidental editor of the "Discworld's" first newspaper. Now he must cope with traditional perils of a journalist's life - people who want him dead, a recovering vampire with a suicidal fascination for flash photography, and, worst of all, the man who keeps begging him to publ[...]

Time is a resource. And on the Discworld that is the job of the Monks of History, who store it and pump it from the places where it's wasted to places like cities, where there's never enough time. But the construction of the world's first accurate clock starts a race against, well, time for Lu Tze a[...]

It's the night before Hogswatch. And it's too quiet. There's a notable lack of the big fat man who delivers the toys... He's gone. Susan, the governess has got to find him before morning, otherwise the sun won't rise. Worse still, someone is coming down the chimney. This time he's carrying a sack, b[...]

It began as a sudden strange fancy... Polly Perks had to become a boy in a hurry... and now she's enlisted in the army, and searching for her lost brother. But there's a war on. And Polly and her fellow recruits are in the thick of it, without any training, and the enemy is hunting them. They have [...]

It's an offer you can't refuse. Who would not to wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork's Royal Mint and the bank next door? It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, the life is not necessarily for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's [...]

A 300 year old wizard is after his girlfriend, he's about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him dead. Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is ...Maki[...]

'What shall we do?' said Twoflower. 'Panic?' said Rincewind hopefully. He always held that panic was the best means of survival. When the very fabric of time and space are about to be put through the wringer - in this instance by the imminent arrival of a very large and determinedly oncoming meteori[...]