|The Colour of Magic|
The Colour of Magic is Terry Pratchett's maiden voyage through the bizarre land of Discworld. His entertaining and witty series has grown to more than 20 books, and this is where it all starts--with the tourist Twoflower and his hapless wizard guide, Rincewind ("All wizards get like that ... it's the quicksilver fumes. Rots their brains. Mushrooms, too.").
|The Light Fantastic|
"The Light Fantastic" is the second of Terry's Discworld books and a sequel to "The Colour of Magic" so this time you really should read that one before going on to this one. Some say it's not as good as the first novel but I definitely like it at least as much!
Death comes to us all. When he came to Mort, he offered him a job.
Mort accepted. However, he soon found that romantic longings did not mix easily with the responsibilities of being Death's apprentice...
Being trained by the Assassin's Guild in Ankh-Morpork did not fit Teppic for the task assigned to him by fate. He inherited the throne of the desert kingdom of Djelibeybi rather earlier than he expected (his father wasn't too happy about it either), but that was only the beginning of his problems... (one of my absolute favourites!)
Death is missing - presumed ... er ... gone.
Which leads to the kind of chaos you always get when an important public service is withdrawn.
Meanwhile, on a little farm far, far away, a tall dark stranger is turning out to be really good with a scythe...
The alchemists of the Discworld have discovered the magic of the silver screen. But what is the dark secret of Holy Wood hill? It's up to Victor Tugelbend ("Can't sing. Can't dance. Can handle a sword a little") and Theda Withel ("I come from a little town you've probably never heard of") to find out...
When a carrier albatross arrives with an urgent request for a "Great Wizard," Rincewind finds himself summoned to the endangered Empire of Hong, Sung, Fang, Tang and McSweeney, where a new Emperor is about to be chosen.
|The Last Continent|
The Last Continent, is a lighthearted tour of the fantasy land of Fourecks, a very Australian sort of place, with brief courses in theoretical physics and evolution thrown in for good measure. Pratchett returns to the inept and cowardly wizard Rincewind, who habitually runs into trouble as fast as he flees.
There's a Ghost in the Opera House of Ankh-Morpork. It wears a bone-white mask and terrorizes the entire company, including the immortal Enrico Basilica, who eats continuously even when he's singing. Mostly spaghetti with tomato sauce.
|Feet of Clay|
A killer is stalking Ankh-Morpork. A grim reaper who belongs to neither the Assassins' Guild nor the Thieves' Guild. A prowling perp who jauntily leaves behind corpses and strange-smelling tracks of curious white clay.
|Men at Arms|
Corporal Carrot, a young dwarf, is newly in charge of the recruits guarding Ankh-Morpork. Edward, the 37th Lord d'Eath, has just discovered that Ankh-Morpork, kingless for generations, has a sovereign ruler, who must be convinced that he is, in fact, the King. The fate of Ankh-Morpork rides on a young man's courage, an ancient sword's magic, and a three-legged poodle's bladder.
|Lords And Ladies|
The fairies are back - but this time they don't just want your teeth ...
Granny Weatherwax and her tiny coven are up against realelves.
It's Midsummer Night. No time for dreaming...
The plot is a version of an earlier Discworld novel, Lords and Ladies, with the predatory elves of that novel being replaced here by suave and deadly vampires, and the tiny kingdom of Lancre being defended by its witches. But plot is the least of Pratchett's appeal...
Something new has come up between the ancient rival cities of Ankh-Morpork and Al-Khali. Literally. An island, rising out of Discworld's circular sea.
Since it's uninhabited and claimed by both cities, Commander Vimes and his faithful trolls and cops are forced to deal with a crime so awful that there's no law against it. It's called "war."
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.
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...
|The Fifth Elephant|
It is well known that Pratchett's Discworld is supported by four elephants standing on the back of a giant tortoise. Once there was a fifth elephant, which fell off the tortoise's back and crashed onto Discworld with a mighty impact, leaving behind rich deposits of minerals and fat. Now x86 berwald, the country that has most of the deposits, faces a succession crisis among the dwarfs, because the Scone of Stone, their emblem of kingship, has been stolen.
This is one of the best of the Discworld novels. The colour of magic and Light Fantastic are in a class of their own being the first two but Guards Guards is a brilliantly written classic of this genre.
Witches are not by nature gregarious, and they certainly don't have leaders. Granny Weatherwax was the most highly regarded of the leaders they didn't have. But even she found that meddling in royal politics was a lot more difficult than certain playwrights would have you believe ...
It seemed an easy job... After all, how difficult could it be to make sure that a servant girl doesn't marry a prince?
But for the witches Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg and Magrat Garlick, travelling to the distant city of Genua, things are never that simple...
Servant girls have to marry the prince. That's what life is all about. You can't fight Happy Ending.
At least - up until now...
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.
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 baby's sex...
|The Discworld Companion|
Exhaustive research must have gone into this book. I must say that I am most impressed with how complete The Discworld Companion is. Any reference to any character yet created in Pratchett's Discworld is in here... this is an important and vital part of any Discworld fan's collection.
This book/map, which is the fourth map from the Pratchett multiverse, is for the avid reader who has all the books by Terry Pratchett and is desperate enough for more material that he shells out twenty bucks to get more.
|Discworld Calendar 2000|
For all the Discworld crazy and fanatic people: Here's the ultimate calendar for 2000 (meant for those who haven't got a real good calendar for this year already).