Do you believe in magic?
Can you imagine a war between wizards, a rebellious ant called 4179003, or a time-travelling television?
Can you imagine that poor old Mr Swimble could see a mysterious vacuum cleaner in the morning, and make cheese sandwiches and yellow elephants magically appear by the afternoon?
Welcome to the wonderful world of Sir Terry Pratchett, and fourteen fantastically funny tales from the master storyteller. Bursting from these pages are food fights, pirates, bouncing rabbits and magical pigeons.
And a witch riding a vacuum cleaner, of course.
‘One of the most consistently funny writers around’
Witches are odd.
That much is clear to Tiffany. But she likes them . . . in an odd sort of way. Just as she likes Roland . . . in a friend sort of way (which most certainly isn’t odd).
But Tiffany hasn’t really got time to think about Roland, because she has accidentally danced with Winter himself – the Wintersmith.
And now the Wintersmith has a bit of a crush on Tiffany.
According to her friend Daft Wullie, if Tiffany kisses the Wintersmith (an awful thought), her nose turns blue and fall off. According to the witches, if she doesn’t shake off her admirer, there will never be another springtime . . .
Tiffany Aching is a witch alone.
Well, that’s how she feels. Everyone seems so, apart. People respect her, but also fear her. There are loads of secrets she can’t share.
And when the Baron dies, and Tiffany is framed for his murder, it’s clearer than ever that she is, well . . . not liked
Now Tiffany must journey to Ankh-Morpork, to inform the Baron’s heir, Roland, of his father’s death. But on the way she meets something that likes witches very much . . . a bit too much – an evil ball of spite and malice that has only now woken up.
And is out to get witches everywhere . . .
‘High peaks of imagination’
Tiffany Aching is going ‘into service’: to be a lady, no less, a maid in a big house. At least, this is what she tells her parents.
Really, Tiffany is going away to learn magic.
But making friends with fellow witches is always difficult when an invisible-being-that-cannot-be-killed takes over your body – stealing money, and threatening violence.
Tiffany must use all her witchy cunning to reclaim what’s hers. Luckily, she has a bit of help. What’s tiny, Scottish and blue all over? A Nac Mac Feegle of course – the rudest type of fairy, and handy to have in a tight spot . . .
‘Oodles of dry wit, imagination and shrewdly observed characters’
Independent on Sunday
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’
THE FIRST BOOK IN THE TIFFANY ACHING SERIES
In the beginning, there was nothing but endless flatness. Then came the Carpet... That's the old story everyone knows and loves. But now the Carpet is home to many different tribes and peoples and there's a new story in the making.
The story of Fray, sweeping a trail of destruction across the Carpet. The story of power-hungry mouls - and of two Munrung brothers, who set out on an amazing adventure. It's a story that will come to a terrible end - if someone doesn't do something about it. If everyone doesn't do something about it...
Co-written by Terry Pratchett, aged seventeen, and master storyteller, Terry Pratchett, aged forty-three.
When you’re four inches high in a world full of giant people, things never go very well for long.
After running into trouble at the quarry, the nomes want to go home. The problem is, ‘home’ is somewhere up in the stars, in some sort of Ship.
Masklin must find a way to get to the ‘launch’ of a ‘communications satellite’ (whatever that is).
And so begins an incredible journey, filled with peril, planes, honking geese . . . and a walking sandwich.
The fantastically funny third book of the nomes, from the author of the bestselling Discworld series.
This is the story of Jekub, the Dragon in the Hill with great big teeth and a great loud voice.
(Well, that’s according to the nomes, but they are only four inches tall.)
When humans threaten their new home in the quarry, the natural thing would be to run and hide. But the nomes have got the wild idea that they should fight back. After all, everyone knows that nomes are faster and smarter than humans, and now they have a secret weapon . . .
The fantastically funny second book of the nomes, from the author of the bestselling Discworld series.