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...
In "The Light Fantastic," Terry Pratchett's humorous storytelling shines as the inept wizard Rincewind must save the world from disaster. His journey, filled with parody and wit, places him alongside literary greats like Twain and Vonnegut, making it a must-read for fans of irreverent fantasy.
They say that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it is not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance. 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 that the baby in question was a son. Everybody knows that there's no such thing as a female wizard. But now it's gone and happened, there's nothing much anyone can do about it. Let the battle of the sexes begin...
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 ..
'Look after the dead', said the priests, 'and the dead will look after you.'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.
Some night-time prowler is turning the citizens of Ankh-Morpork, greatest city of the fantasy Discworld, into something resembling small charcoal biscuits. And that's a real problem for Captain Vimes of the City Watch, who must tramp the mean streets of the city searching for a seventy-foot-long fire-breathing dragon which, he believes, can help him with their enquiries. In a city thrown into turmoil by magic, charcoal biscuits, secret societies and mad lady dragon breeders ("Just tell him 'sit' if he'sothering you"), he's just looking for the facts
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.
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. There's a harvest to be gathered in...
'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.
OTHER CHILDREN GET GIVEN XYLOPHONES. SUSAN JUST HAD TO ASK HER GRANDFATHER TO TAKE HIS VEST OFF. Yes. There's a Death in the family. 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…
'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...
Who would want to harm Discworld's most beloved icon? Very few things are held sacred in this twisted, corrupt, heartless -- and oddly familiar -- universe, but the Hogfather is one of them. Yet here it is, Hogswatchnight, that most joyous and acquisitive of times, and the jolly old, red-suited gift-giver has vanished without a trace. And there's something shady going on involving an uncommonly psychotic member of the Assassins' Guild and certain representatives of Ankh-Morpork's rather extensive criminal element. Suddenly Discworld's entire myth system is unraveling at an alarming rate. Drastic measures must be taken, which is why Death himself is taking up the reins of the fat man's vacated sleigh . . . which, in turn, has Death's level-headed granddaughter, Susan, racing to unravel the nasty, humbuggian mess before the holiday season goes straight to hell and takes everyone along with it.
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).
In this and indeed other lives there are givers and takers. They don't have much time for the givers of this world - except perhaps mealtimes - and even less for priests. Mightily Oats has not picked a good time to be a priest. But they haven't met the neighbours yet: between them and Lancre stand Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg.
The Fifth Elephant is the latest installment in the Discworld cycle starring dwarfs, diplomacy, intrigue and big lumps of fat . . . 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. It's freezing. And if he can't make it through the forest to civilization there's going to be a terrible war. But there are monsters on his trail. They are bright. They are fast, and they are catching up!
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 way and, worst of all, the man who keeps begging him…
A beautiful new hardback edition of the classic Discworld novel. Time is a resource. Everyone knows it has to be managed. And on Discworld that is the job of the Monks of History, who store it and pump it from the places where it's wasted (like underwater - how much time does a codfish need?) to places like cities, where there's never enough time. But the construction of the world's first truly accurate clock starts a race against, well, time for Lu Tze and his apprentice Lobsang Ludd. Because it will stop time. And that will only be the start of everyone's problems.
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.
Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch had it all. But now he's back in his own rough, tough past without even the clothes he was standing up in when the lightning struck...Living in the past is hard. Dying in the past is incredibly easy. But he must survive, because he has a job to do. He must track down a murderer, teach his younger…
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.
Vimes must solve the murder of a dwarf or he will have a war between the dwarfs and the trolls on his hands.
When witch-in-training Tiffany Aching accidentally interrupts the Dance of the Seasons and awakens the interest of the elemental spirit of Winter, she requires the help of the six-inch-high, sword-wielding, sheep-stealing Wee Free Men to put the seasons aright
Moist von Lipwig, once a con artist and now the Postmaster General, has transformed the dysfunctional Ankh-Morpork Post Office into a surprisingly effective operation. His next challenge comes from Lord Vetinari, who tasks him with revitalizing the Royal Mint to address its costly inefficiencies. As Moist navigates this new venture, he faces both the complexities of finance and the whims of authority, all while showcasing his unique blend of charm and cunning.
The wizards of Unseen University in the ancient city of Ankh-Morpork must win a football match, without using magic, so they're in the mood for trying everything else. As the match approaches, four lives are entangled and changed forever.
It starts with whispers.Then someone picks up a stone.Finally, the fires begin.When people turn on witches, the innocents suffer. . . Tiffany Aching has spent years studying with senior witches, and now she is on her own. As the witch of the Chalk, she performs the bits of witchcraft that aren't sparkly, aren't fun, don't involve any kind of wand, and that people seldom ever hear about: She does the unglamorous work of caring for the needy.But someone or something is igniting fear, inculcating dark thoughts and angry murmurs against witches. Aided by her tiny blue allies, the Wee Free Men, Tiffany must find the source of this unrest and defeat the evil at its root before it takes her life. Because if Tiffany falls, the whole Chalk falls with her.Chilling drama combines with laugh-out-loud humor and searing insight as beloved and bestselling author Terry Pratchett tells the high-stakes story of a young witch who stands in the gap between good and evil.
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…
Itâe(tm)s all change for Moist von Lipwig, swindler, conman, and (naturally) head of the Royal Bank and Post Office. A steaming, clanging new invention, driven by Dick Simnel, the man with tâe(tm)flat cap and tâe(tm)sliding rule, is drawing astonished crowds - including a few particularly keen young men armed with notepads and very sensible rainwear âe" and suddenly itâe(tm)s a matter of national importance that the trains run on time. Moist does not enjoy hard work. His . . .vital input at the bank and post office consists mainly of words, which are not that heavy. Or greasy. And it certainly doesnâe(tm)t involve rickety bridges, runaway cheeses or a fat controller with knuckledusters. What he does enjoy is being alive, which may not be a perk of running the new railway. Because, of course, some people have OBJECTIONS, and theyâe(tm)ll go to extremes to stop locomotion in its tracks.
Sir Terry Pratchett's final Discworld novel, which features the witch Tiffany Aching.
