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.

The greatest race in Discworld history, old vs. new, lights vs. letters, who will win? Ankh-Morpork's new postmaster Moist Von Lipwig has challenged the semaphore network known as the Clacks to a race across the continent. Have you get what it takes to join the crack Clacks team and help them win? Based on the novel Going Postal by Terry Pratchett, Clacks is a game for 2 to 4 players with both cooperative and competitive modes. Changing the lights...

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

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...

It isn't easy being a teenage pharaoh, having to deal with assassins, sphinxes, mad high priests, gods, sacred crocodiles and marching mummies. And all you really want is the chance to do something for young people and the inner cities.

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.

Time is a resource. Everyone knows it has to be managed. And on the Discworld that is the job of the Monks of History. 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.

Brutha is a simple lad. He can't read or write, but he's pretty good at growing melons. He would like to overthrow a huge and corrupt church, but what he really wants is for his god to choose someone else to do it.

Someone is murdering old men, the Patrician has been poisoned, the clay workers have started committing suicide, and there is a werewolf suffering from pre-lunar tension.