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.
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
"This edition from Terry Pratchett finds Mort ending up as Death's apprentice. The job comes with some perks, bed and board, plus free use of the company horse.
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.
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.
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.
A Young Dwarf's Dream Corporal Carrot has been promoted! He's now in charge of the new recruits guarding Ankh-Morpork, Discworld's greatest city, from Barbarian Tribes, Miscellaneous Marauders, unlicensed Thieves, and such. It's a big job, particularly for an adopted dwarf. But an even bigger job awaits. An ancient document has just revealed that Ankh-Morpork, ruled for decades by Disorganized crime, has a secret sovereign! And his name is Carrott... And so begins the most awesome epic encounter of all time, or at least all afternoon, in which the fate of a city—indeed of the universe itself!—depends on a young man's courage, an ancient sword's magic, and a three-legged poodle's bladder.
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…
The oldest and most inscrutable 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. War (and Clancy) are spreading throughout the ancient cities.
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).
Terry Prachett's irreverent discworld novels satirize and celebrate every aspect of life, modern and celebrate every aspect of life modern and ancient, sacred and profane. Consistent international #1 bestsellers, they have garnered him a secure position in the pantheon of humor along with Douglas Adams, Carl Hiaasen and Kurt Vonnegut
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 there are monsters on his trail . . .
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.
Discworld's first newspaper editor just wants to get at the truth but unfortunately, like other editors before and after him, many people want him dead for a variety of reasons.
A 'Discworld novel with pictures' - the 27th instalment in the fantasy series that has made Terry Pratchett an international superstar.
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
A beautiful new hardback edition of the classic Discworld novel.Polly Perks had to become a boy in a hurry. Learning to fart and belch in public and walk like an ape took more time . . . And Polly and her fellow recruits are suddenly in the thick of it, without any training, and the enemy is hunting them.
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.
With his beloved Watch crumbling around him and war-drums sounding, Commander Sam Vimes must unravel every clue, outwit every assassin and brave any darkness to find the solution. And darkness is following him. At six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, he must go home to read "Where's My Cow?" to his little boy.
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
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 something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar…
Football has come to the ancient city of Ankh-Morpork. And now the wizards of Unseen University must win a football match, without using magic, so they’re in the mood for trying everything else. The prospect of the Big Match draws in a street urchin with a wonderful talent for kicking a tin can, a maker of jolly good pies, a dim but beautiful young woman, who might just turn out to be the greatest fashion model there has ever been, and the mysterious Mr Nutt (and no one knows anything much about Mr Nutt, not even Mr Nutt, which worries him, too). As the match approaches, four lives are entangled and changed forever. Because the thing about football — the important thing about football — is that it is not just about football. Here we go! Here we go! Here we go!
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...
"The 39th installment in the New York Times bestselling "Discworld" canon from Terry Pratchett, "the purely funniest English writer since Wodehouse." (Washington Post Book World)"-- Provided by publisher.
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 . . .
Sir Terry Pratchett's final Discworld novel, which features the witch Tiffany Aching.
