Death's apprentice Mort thwarts Death's attempt to finish off the rather attractive Princess Keli. He kills the assassin and undermines Death so much so that he starts drinking, gambling and having fun.

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...

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.

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.

Moist von Lipwig is a con artist and a fraud and a man faced with a life choice: be hanged, or put Ankh-Morpork's ailing postal service back on its feet. Is there a shot at redemption waiting in the mad world of the mail for a man who's prepared to push the envelope?

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 oldest and most inscrutable empire in 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.

It's a hot midsummer night. The crop circles are turning up everywhere, and Magrat the witch is going to be married in the morning - everything ought to be going like a dream. Unfortunately, things aren't about to run smoothly.

The City Watch needs men. Instead, it has Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance-corporal Detritus (a troll), Lance-constable Angua (a woman), and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race)!

Nine-year-old Tiffany Aching thinks her Granny Aching - a wise shepherd - might have been a witch, but now Granny Aching is dead and it's up to Tiffany to work it all out when strange things begin happening: a fairy-tale monster in the stream, a headless horseman and, strangest of all, the tiny blue men in kilts, the Wee Free Men, who have come looking for the new 'hag'. These are the Nac Mac Feegles, the pictsies, who like nothing better than thievin',...