Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the Discworld. Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant idiot. Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the Discworld, a parallel time and place which might sound and smell very much like our own, but which looks completely different.

A wizard predicts his own death and readies himself for the traditional transfer of power to the eighth son of an eighth son. The snag is that the eighth son is a daughter and women can't be wizards.

Sir Terry Pratchett's final Discworld novel, which features the witch Tiffany Aching.

Tiffany Aching is a witch. And she thinks she's doing a good job for the people of the Chalk. Even if the job does seem to involve a lot of bandaging legs and cutting old ladies' toenails and not much magic, or sleep. But somewhere, there's a tangled ball of evil and spite that has woken up.

A few days ago Sam Vimes was a copper. An important copper, true - chief of police - but still, at his core, a policeman. But today he is an ambassador - to the mysterious, fat-rich country of Uberwald. Today, Sam Vimes is also a man on the run. He has nothing but his native wit and the gloomy trousers of Uncle Vanya. 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. There are...

A weathercock has risen from the sea of Discworld, a new land has surfaced, and so have old feuds. Commander Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch has got only a few hours to deal with a crime so big that there's no law against it.

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 bodies and an ancient crime more terrible than murder. He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, and occasionally snookered and out of his mind, but never out of guile.

It was a sudden strange fancy, and now Polly Perks, in her brother's clothes and with her hair cut off, has joined up to fight for her country, and to search for her lost brother. But who is the enemy? What is she really fighting for? War teaches you a lot, she finds, when it turns out that you have joined the Monstrous Regiment.

It's an offer you can't refuse. Who would not wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpok'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.