William de Worde is the accidental editor of the Discworld’s first newspaper. Now he must cope with the traditional perils of a journalist’s life – people who want him dead, a recovering vampire with a suicidal fascination for flash photography, some more people who want him dead in a different …

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. And if he can’t …

Mightily Oats has not picked a good time to be a 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. There are …

This is 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 now believes in. Practically everything that’s not poisonous is venomous. But it’s the best bloody place in the world, all …

A weathercock has risen from the sea of Discworld, and suddenly you can tell which way the wind is blowing. A new land has surfaced, and so have old feuds. And as two armies march, Commander Vimes of Ankh- Morpork City Watch has got just a few hours to deal …

A sourcerer is born – a wizard so powerful that by comparison all other magic is just mucking about in pointy hats – and his very existence brings the Discworld to the very verge of all-out thaumaturgical war.*
All that stands in the way is Rincewind, the failed magician, who wants …

Mort is an unpromising, gangling teenager who becomes an apprentice to Death, but proves less than gifted at his new task of ushering souls out of the world. In fact, when it comes to the rather attractive Princess Keli (due to be assassinated), Mort fluffs if completely. He kills the …

The last thing that the wizard DrumBillet 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 he failed to check on the new-born baby’s sex. This is a story about magic and …

Great A’Tuin, the star turtle, who supports the weight of the Discworld, labours through the galactic night, the only creature in the entire universe that knows exactly where it is going.
Philosophers have debated where this is – they are due to find out in about two months. And then they …

Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the Discworld, a parallel time and place that might sound and smell very much like our own, but that looks completely different. It plays by different rules. Certainly it refuses to succumb to the quaint notion that universes are ruled by …