De Schijfwereld is een satirische fantasyserie die zich afspeelt op een platte planeet die op de rug van een gigantische schildpad wordt gedragen. De serie volgt verschillende personages die worstelen met magie, politiek en absurde situaties. Auteur Terry Pratchett creëert een unieke wereld vol humor en sociale kritiek. Elke aflevering brengt nieuwe verhalen en personages die iconisch worden.
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 buy inept wizard, a naïve tourist whose luggage moves on hundreds of dear little legs, dragons who only exist ifyou believe in them, and of course THE EDGE of the planet...
'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 meteorite - circumstances require a very particular type of hero. Sadly what the situation does not need is a singularly inept wizard, still recovering from the trauma of falling off the edge of the world. Equally it does not need one well-meaning tourist and his luggage which has a mind of its own. Which is a shame because that's all there is...
In Equal Rites, a dying wizard tries to pass on his powers to an eighth son of an eighth son, who is just at that moment being born. The fact that the son is actually a daughter is discovered just a little too late
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 Death's apprentice.
Weer is het Rinzwind, de hopeloze tovenaar, die met tegenzin opdraaft om de schijf te redden. Hij moet voorkomen dat de hoed van de Aartskanselier terechtkomt op het hoofd van de achtste zoon van een achtste zoon van een achtste zoon — dat is een tovenaar in het kwadraat, een betovernaar. Niezel, aankomend Barbaarse held, en het welgevormde kapstertje Conina (en niet te vergeten: de Bagage) staan hem terzijde bij zijn tocht, een queeste die hem tot helemaal in het verre Klatsch brengt… Compleet met vliegend tapijt en geïnspireerde dichtkunst.
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 don't have these kind of dynastic problems themselves - in fact, they 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 complicated than certain playwrights would have you believe, particularly when the blood on your hands just won't wash off and you're facing a future with knives in it ..
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.
First book of the original and best CITY WATCH series, now reinterpreted in BBC's The Watch 'This is one of Pratchett's best books. Hilarious and highly recommended' The Times The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . . _________________ 'It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hotdogs to the rest.' Insurrection is in the air in the city of Ankh-Morpork. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again. Captain Sam Vimes of the city's ramshackle Night Watch is used to this. It's enough to drive a man to drink. Well, to drink more. But this time, something is different - the Have-Nots have found the key to a dormant, lethal weapon that even they don't fully understand, and they're about to unleash a campaign of terror on the city. Time for Captain Vimes to sober up.
Terry Pratchett's hilarious take on the Faust legend stars many of the Discworld's most popular characters. Eric is the Discworld's only demonology hacker. The trouble is, he's not very good at it. All he wants is the usual three wishes: to be immortal, rule the world and have the most beautiful woman fall madly in love with him. The usual stuff. But what he gets is Rincewind, the Disc's most incompetent wizard, and Rincewind's Luggage (the world's most dangerous travel accessory) into the bargain. The outcome is an outrageous adventure that will leave Eric wishing once more - this time, quite fervently - that he'd never been born.
'Voorstelling waarvan?' zei de Patriciër van Ankh-Meurbork. Alleen hij wist hoeveel spionnen hij had. Deze hier was een knecht bij het Gilde van Alchemisten. 'Weet niet, heer. Ik mocht er niet in,' jankte hij. 'Er was alleen dat geratel en een soort flikkerend schijnsel onder de deur door... En toen moest ik naar Vlees Snikkel voor een schaal warme worstjes.' Schijfwereldse alchemisten hebben de betovering van rolprent en witte doek ontdekt. maar welk duister geheim schuilt er achter de Hollewoudse heuvel? Dat moeten Victor Toegelbrock ('Zingen kan ik niet. Dansen kan ik niet. Kan wel wat met een zwaard overweg') en Telda Wussel ('Ik kom uit een plaatsje waar je wel nooit van gehoord zult hebben') dus maar zien te ontdekken. Rollende Prenten: Een Flitsende Klucht tegen de achtergrond van een Dolgedraaid Ankh-Meurbork.
They say there are only two things you can count on ... But that was before DEATH started pondering the existential. Of course, the last thing anyone needs is a squeamish Grim Reaper and soon his Discworld bosses have sent him off with best wishes and a well-earned gold watch. Now DEATH is having the time of his life, finding greener pastures where he can put his scythe to a whole new use. But like every cutback in an important public service, DEATH's demise soon leads to chaos and unrest -- literally, for those whose time was supposed to be up, like Windle Poons. The oldest geezer in the entire faculty of Unseen University -- home of magic, wizardry, and big dinners -- Windle was looking forward to a wonderful afterlife, not this boring been-there-done-that routine. To get the fresh start he deserves, Windle and the rest of Ankh-Morpork's undead and underemployed set off to find DEATH and save the world for the living (and everybody else, of course).
'Hoezo een spiecholologie?' zei Magraat. 'Heb je soms een boek gelezen?' Ootje deed of ze het niet hoorde. -'Nou moet je uitkijken,' zei ze. 'Zo dadelijk gaat ze vast van "tsj-tsj". Dat komt altijd dat orengepeuter. Door de bank wil dat zeggen dat ze wat zit uit te broeden.' Het leek een fluitje van een cent. Het hoefde toch geen kunst te zijn om ervoor te zorgen dat een dienstmeisje niet met een prins trouwde? Maar als onze heksen Opoe Wedersmeer, Ootje Nak en Magraat Knophlox - op reis naar de verre stad Waarland - ermee te maken hebben, wéét je gewoon dat het niet zo eenvoudig ligt. Dienstmeisjes moeten gewoon met een prins trouwen. Zo gaat dat nu eenmaal in een verhaal - aan de goede afloop valt gewoon niet te ontkomen. Tenminste, zo was het tot nu toe altijd gegaan.
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.
THE FAIRIES ARE BACK - BUT THIS TIME THEY DON'T JUST WANT YOUR TEETH... Granny Weatherwax and her tiny coven are up against real elves. It's Midsummer Night. No times for dreaming... With full supporting cast of dwarfs, wizards, trolls, Morris dancers and one orang-utan. And lots of hey-nonny-nonny and blood all over the place.
Features Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance constable Detritus (a troll), Lance constable Angua (a woman... most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving), who've only got twenty-four hours to clean up the town, Ankh-Morpork.
When her dear old Granddad -- the Grim Reaper himself -- goes missing, Susan takes over the family business. The progeny of Death's adopted daughter and his apprentice, she shows real talent for the trade. That is until a little string in her heart goes "twang." With a head full of dreams and a pocketful of lint, Imp the Bard lands in Ankh-Morpork, yearning to become a rock star. Determined to devote his life to music, the unlucky fellow soon finds that all his dreams are coming true. Well almost. In this finger-snapping, toe-tapping tale of youth, Death, and rocks that roll, Terry Pratchett once again demonstrates the wit and genius that have propelled him to the highest echelons of parody next to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen.
'A foot on the neck is nine points of the law' There are many who say that the art of diplomacy is an intricate and complex dance. There are others who maintain that it's merely a matter of who carries the biggest stick. The oldest and most inscrutable (not to mention heavily fortified) empire on the Discworld is in turmoil, brought about by the revolutionary treatise What I did on My Holidays . Workers are uniting, with nothing to lose but their water buffaloes; warlords are struggling for power - and what the nation wants, to avoid terrible doom for everyone, is a wizard. Rincewind is not the Disc’s premier wizard – in fact, he can’t even spell ‘wizard’ – but no-one specified whether competence was an issue. And they do have a very big stick… Mighty Battles! Revolution! Death! War! (And his sons Terror and Panic and daughter Clancy). Alternate cover edition for ISBN 9781407034966
The Ghost in the bone-white mask who haunts the Ankh-Morpork Opera House was always considered a benign presence—some would even say lucky—until he started killing people. The sudden rash of bizarre backstage deaths now threatens to mar the operatic debut of country girl Perdita X. (nee Agnes) Nitt, she of the ample body and ampler voice. Perdita's expected to hide in the chorus and sing arias out loud while a more petitely presentable soprano mouths the notes. But at least it's an escape from scheming Nanny Ogg and old Granny Weatherwax back home, who want her to join their witchy ranks. Once Granny sets her mind on something, however, it's difficult—and often hazardous—to dissuade her. And no opera-prowling phantom fiend is going to keep a pair of determined hags down on the farm after they've seen Ankh-Morpork.
'Sorry?' said Carrot. If it's just a thing, how can it commit murder? A sword is a thing' - he drew his own sword; it made an almost silken sound - 'and of course you can't blame a sword if someone thrust it at you, sir.' For members of the City Watch, life consists of troubling times, linked together by periods of torpid inactivity. Now is one such troubling time. People are being murdered, but there's no trace of anything alive having been at the crime scene. Is there ever a circumstance in which you can blame the weapon not the murderer? Such philosophical questions are not the usual domain of the city's police, but they're going to have to start learning fast...
Susan had never hung up a stocking . There are those who believe and those who don't, but either way it's not right to find Death creeping down chimneys and trying to say Ho Ho Ho. Susan the gothic governess has got to sort everything out by morning, otherwise there won't be a morning.
De boot was ergens op vastgelopen.'Lijkt wel een ...kip, pa!' 'Kippen kunnen toch niet zwemmen!' 'Deze is van ijzer, pa!' Pa rende naar achterin de boot. Het was een kip, en van ijzer. Hij was overdekt met schelpen en zeewier en het zeewater droop eraf terwijl hij omhoogrees tegen de sterren. En hij stond op een kruisvormig staketsel. Etnische spanningen leidden tot een oorlog die maar niet wil lukken. Een eiland rijst op uit zee - van wie is het? Dondert niet, Eigen Volk Eerst!! Legers en vloten rukken op, maar waar is de vijand? In de woestijn komt het tot een treffen van man tegen man (nou ja, man). Gelukkig hebben we scheidsrechter Biet. Nationale eer en potsierlijke generaals! Adembenemend verblijf in een onderzeeër! Enge buitenlanders!
Something is amiss at Unseen Unversity, Ankh-Morpork's most prestigious (i.e., only) institution of higher learning. A professor is missing—but a search party is on the way! A bevy of senior wizards will follow the trail wherever it leads—even to the other side of Discworld, where the Last Continent, Fourecks, is under construction. Imagine a magical land where rain is but a myth and the ordinary is strange and the past and present run side by side. experience the terror as you encounter a Mad Dwarf, the Peach Butt, and the dreaded Meat Pie Floater. Feel the passion as the denizens of the Last Continent learn what happens when rain falls and the rivers fill with water (it spoils regattas, for one thing). Thrill to the promise of next year's regatta, in remote, rustic Didjabringabeeralong. It'll be asolutely gujeroo (no worries).
Het is tijd voor de naamgeving van de koninklijke telg, gebaard en beluierd door ex-heks Magraat. Er gaat echter iets mis, maar wat wil je met priesters in de rol van feeen! Het grootste gevaar zijn de vampiers uit Uberwald, deftige lui, van ael en al. Het oog van de naald lijkt dit keer wel erg klein. Misschien ook te klein voor superheks Opoe Wedersmeer. En ze ligt daar zo stil...maar, schrijft ze, IK BENNIE DOOD.
They say that diplomacy is a gentle art. That its finest practitioners are subtle, sophisticated individuals for whom nuance and subtext are meat and drink. And that mastering it is a lifetime's work. But you do need a certain inclination in that direction. It's not something you can just pick up on the job. Which is a shame if you find yourself dropped unaccountably into a position of some significant diplomatic responsibility. If you don't really do diplomacy or haven't been to school with the right foreign bigwigs or aren't even sure whether a nod is as good as a wink to anyone, sighted or otherwise, then things are likely to go wrong. It's just a question of how badly...
Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels have dominated bestseller lists in England for over a decade, with the author selling more hardcover books in the UK during the 1900s than any other living novelist. Recognized as a master of satire and parody, Pratchett's irreverent humor is finally gaining traction in America. In his twenty-fifth Discworld installment, he explores the power of the press and its role in shaping truth. William de Worde, the lesser son of a privileged family and a struggling scribe, decides to launch a newsletter using a new printing press. True to his family's motto, he finds success with the Ankh-Morpork Times, attracting the ire of rival factions who aim to undermine him with their own scandalous publication. As competition heats up, de Worde faces a more pressing challenge: Lord Vetinari, the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork, is accused of a serious crime in a seemingly foolproof case. However, de Worde understands that facts do not always equate to truth. Joined by an overly proper assistant, a vampire photographer with a troublesome flashgun, and a talking dog who holds crucial information, he is determined to uncover the truth. This sharp commentary on the media, the nature of news, and political intrigue promises to engage readers fully.
The phenomenal 20 million copy bestselling author and king of satirical fiction delivers another ingenious novel. In this Terry Pratchett worldwide bestselling series Discworld is a topsy-turvy, magical place, carried serenely through the Universe on the back of the Great Turtle. In the comic tradition of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide...
He's been a legend in his own lifetime. He can remember when a hero didn't have to worry about fences and lawyers and civilisation, and when people didn't tell you off for killing dragons. But he can't always remember, these days, where he put his teeth... So now, with his ancient sword and his new walking stick and his old friends -- and they're very old friends -- Cohen the Barbarian is going on one final quest. He's going to climb the highest mountain in the Discworld and meet his gods. The last hero in the world is going to return what the first hero stole. With a vengeance. That'll mean the end of the world, if no one stops him in time.
A talking cat, intelligent rats, and a strange boy cooperate in a Pied Piper scam until they try to con the wrong town and are confronted by a deadly evil rat king.
Douwe Flinx – ooit zelf Kapitein van de Nachtwacht – belandt in zijn ruige, norse verleden. In het verleden leven is lastig. Sterven in het verleden is een makkie. Toch moet hij er een moordenaar opsporen en een opstand bedwingen. En als hij wint, verliest hij alles... Berooid belt hij aan zijn eigen deur, maar er doet een wildvreemde butler open en de jongedame die daar woont (en die hem bekend voorkomt) weet ook al niet wie hij is. Alleen helemaal onderaan de ladder krijgt hij grond aan de voeten. Bij een nog prille Roosje de Koffer bijvoorbeeld. En dan is daar telkens die geheimzinnige straatveger – die schijnt er meer van te weten.
Tiffany wants to be a witch when she grows up. A proper one, with a pointy hat. And flying, she's always dreamed of flying (though it's cold up there, you have to wear really thick pants, two layers). But she's worried Tiffany isn't a very 'witchy' name. And a witch has always protected Tiffany's land, to stop the nightmares getting through. Now the nightmares have taken her brother, and it's up to her to get him back. With a horde of unruly fairies at her disposal, Tiffany is not alone. And she is the twentieth granddaughter of her Granny Aching: shepherdess extraordinaire, and protector of the land. Tiffany Aching. Now there's a rather good name for a witch. 'Quite, quite brilliant' Starburst THE FIRST BOOK IN THE TIFFANY ACHING SERIES
War has come to Discworld ... again. And, to no one's great surprise, the conflict centers around the small, arrogantly fundamentalist duchy of Borogravia, which has long prided itself on its unrelenting aggressiveness. A year ago, Polly Perks's brother marched off to battle, and Polly's willing to resort to drastic measures to find him. So she cuts off her hair, dons masculine garb, and -- aided by a well-placed pair of socks -- sets out to join this man's army. Since a nation in such dire need of cannon fodder can't afford to be too picky, Polly is eagerly welcomed into the fighting fold—along with a vampire, a troll, an Igor, a religious fanatic, and two uncommonly close "friends." It would appear that Polly "Ozzer" Perks isn't the only grunt with a secret. But duty calls, the battlefield beckons. And now is the time for all good ... er ... "men" to come to the aid of their country.
Eleven-year-old Tiffany Aching wants to be a real witch. But a real witch doesn't casually step out of her body, leaving it empty. Tiffany does- and there's something just waiting for an empty body to take over. Something horrible, which can't ever die. Now Tiffany's got to learn to be a real witch really quickly, with the help of arch-witch Mistress Weatherwax and the truly amazing Miss Level. 'Crivens! And us!' Oh, yes. And the Wee Free Men - the rowdiest, toughest, smelliest bunch of fairies ever to be thrown out of Fairyland. They'll fight anything... Wise, witty and wonderfully inventive, A HAT FULL OF SKY is Terry Pratchett's second novel about Tiffany Aching and the Wee Free Men. His first novel for younger readers set in Discworld, THE AMAZING MAURICE AND HIS EDUCATED RODENTS, won the Carnegie Medal.
Arch-swindler Moist Van Lipwig finds himself facing execution for his confidence crimes until Lord Vetinari, the ruler of Ankh-Morpork, offers him an unexpected job as Postmaster instead. With no other options, Moist reluctantly accepts, along with a hulking golem watchdog to ensure he fulfills his duties. Tasked with reviving the failing Postal Service, he confronts the overwhelming challenge of decades of undelivered mail cluttering the dilapidated post office. With only a handful of elderly postmen and a peculiar, unstable youth to assist, the situation seems dire. To make matters worse, Moist begins to hear the mail talking to him, and he must also contend with the formidable Grand Trunk clacks communication monopoly and its ruthless head, Mr. Reacher Gilt. Despite the daunting obstacles, including a motto on the building that promises service against all odds, Moist is determined to fight against the odds. He aims to move the mail, secure his own survival, win the girl, and deliver the essential hope that every being—human, troll, dwarf, and golem—needs.
In de Koemvallei lieten dwergen ooit trollen in een gemene hinderlaag lopen, of andersom, afhankelijk van je ethnische invalshoek. Allemaal heel lang geleden en ver weg. Dan wordt er in Ankh-Meurbork een dwerg dood gevonden, met naast zijn ingeslagen schedel een trolse knots. En als Commandeur van de Stadswacht Douwe Flinx er niet bliksemsnel in slaagt de moord op te lossen, wordt die oude veldslag weldra in zijn eigen stad nog eens dunnetjes overgedaan. De bijlen worden al geslepen en de knotsen van extra punten voorzien, terwijl Flinx naarstig in het duister tast... En evengoed is hij elke dag stipt om zes uur thuis om de kleine Douwe voor te lezen uit zijn lievelingsprentenboek Waar is mijn koe?. Er zijn nu eenmaal dingen die moeten.
Tiffany Aching is a trainee witch — now working for the seriously scary Miss Treason. But when Tiffany witnesses the Dark Dance — the crossover from summer to winter — she does what no one has ever done before and leaps into the dance. Into the oldest story there ever is. And draws the attention of the Wintersmith himself. As Tiffany-shaped snowflakes hammer down on the land, can Tiffany deal with the consequences of her actions? Even with the help of Granny Weatherwax and the Nac Mac Feegle — the fightin’, thievin’ pictsies who are prepared to lay down their lives for their “big wee hag.” Wintersmith is the third title in an exuberant series crackling with energy and humour.
"Moist von Lipwig, condemned prisoner turned postal worker extraordinaire is now in charge of a different branch of the government: overseeing the printing of Ankh-Morpork's first paper currency. A dream come true for a former arch-swindler-- or is it?"--P. [4] of cover
The wizards at Ankh-Morpork's Unseen University are renowned for many things—wisdom, magic, their love of teatime—but athletics is most assuredly not on the list. So when Lord Vetinari, the city's benevolent tyrant, strongly suggests to Archchancellor Mustrum Ridcully that the university put forth a football team composed of faculty, students, and staff—or lose the funding that pays for their nine daily meals—the more-than-usually-at-sea UU wizards find themselves in a quandary. To begin with, they have to figure out just what it is that makes this sport of foot-the-ball so popular with Ankh-Morporkians of all ages and social strata. Then they have to learn how to play it. Oh, and on top of that, they must somehow win a football match without using magic. And the thing about football—the most important thing about football—is that it is never just about football.
A man with no eyes. No eyes at all. Two tunnels in his head ...Somewhere - some time - there's a tangled ball of evil and spite, of hatred and malice, that has woken up. And it's waking up all the old stories too - stories about evil old witches...
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse. And Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but not for him a mere body in the wardrobe. There are many, many bodies and an…
The new Discworld novel from Britain's number one bestselling writer sees the Disc's first train come steaming into town. To the consternation of the patrician, Lord Vetinari, a new invention has arrived in Ankh-Morpork -- a great clanging monster of a machine that harnesses the power of all of the elements: earth, air, fire and water. This being Ankh-Morpork, it's soon drawing astonished crowds, some of whom caught the zeitgeist early and arrive armed with notepads and very sensible rainwear. Moist von Lipwig is not a man who enjoys hard work -- as master of the Post Office, the Mint and the Royal Bank his input is, of course, vital... but largely dependent on words, which are fortunately not very heavy and don't always need greasing. However, he does enjoy being alive, which makes a new job offer from Vetinari hard to refuse. Steam is rising over Discworld, driven by Mister Simnel, the man wi' t'flat cap and sliding rule who has an interesting arrangement with the sine and cosine. Moist will have to grapple with gallons of grease, goblins, a fat controller with a history of throwing employees down the stairs and some very angry dwarfs if he's going to stop it all going off the rails.
Het allerlaatste deel uit de Schijfwereld-reeks. Alleen J.K. Rowling kan zich wereldwijd een meer gelezen Britse schrijver noemen dan Sir Terry Pratchett. Er is iets op komst. De uilen en de vossen voelen het al aan en zo ook Tiffany Verweerd. Een oude vijand is zich aan het hergroeperen. Het is een tijd van einden en beginnen, van oude vrienden en nieuwe, van grenzen die aan het vervagen zijn, en van het verschuiven van macht. Ditmaal is het Tiffany die tussen het licht en het donker, het goede en het kwade staat. Als een leger elfen klaarstaat voor een invasie moet Tiffany de heksen zien te verenigen. Om het land te beschermen. Haar land. Er moet werk van gemaakt worden. Koste wat kost.
