Monde disque

Dans une dimension lointaine et passablement farfelue, un monde en forme de disque est juché sur le dos de quatre éléphants, eux-mêmes posés sur le dos d'une tortue. A Ankh-Morpork, l'une des villes de ce Disque-Monde, les habitants croyaient avoir tout vu. Et Deuxfleurs avait l'air tellement inoffensif, bonhomme chétif fidèlement escorté par un Bagage de bois magique circulant sur une myriade de petites jambes. Tellement inoffensif que le Praticien a chargé le calamiteux sorcier Rincevent de sa sécurité dans la cité quadrillée par la guilde des voleurs et celle des assassins ; mission périlleuse et qui va les conduire loin : dans une caverne de dragons et peut-être jusqu'aux rebords du disque. Car Deuxfleurs appartient à l'espèce la plus redoutable qui soit : c'est un touriste...

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.

Sentant venir sa mort prochaine, le mage Tambour Billette organise la transmission de ses pouvoirs, de son bourdon, de son fonds de commerce. Nous sommes sur le Disque-Monde. La succession s'y effectue de huitième fils en huitième fils. Logique. Ainsi opère le mage. Puis il meurt. Or, il apparaît que le huitième fils est cette fois... une fille. Stupeur, désarroi, confusion : jamais on n'a vu pareille incongruité. Trop tard, la transmission s'est accomplie au profit de la petite Eskarina...

Mortimer court à travers champs, agitant les bras et criant comme une truie qu'on égorge. Et non. Même les oiseaux n'y croient pas, "Il a du cœur", fait son père adossé contre un muret, "Dame, c'est le reste qui lui manque", répond l'oncle Hamesh. Mais à la foire à l'embauche, la Mort le remarque et l'emporte sur son cheval Bigadin. Il faut la comprendre : elle a décidé de faire la vie; avec un bon commis, elle pourrait partager le travail quotidien, ce qui lui laisserait des loisirs. Un grand destin attend donc Mortimer. Mais... est-ce bien raisonnable ? Un scénario qui décoiffe, une distribution Prestigieuse et... Peut-être... une apparition exceptionnelle de l'illustre Rincevent.

There was an eighth son of an eighth son. He was, quite naturally, a wizard. And there it should have ended. However (for reasons we'd better not go into), he had seven sons. And then he had an eighth son... a wizard squared...a source of magic...a Sourcerer. SOURCERY SEES THE RETURN OF RINCEWIND AND THE LUGGAGE AS THE DISCWORLD FACES ITS GREATEST - AND FUNNIEST - CHALLENGE YET.

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 ..

Being trained by the Assassin's Guild in Ankh-Morpork did not fit Teppic for the task assigned to him by fate. He inherited the throne of the desert kingdom of Djelibeybi rather earlier than he expected (his father wasn't too happy about it either), but that was only the beginning of his problems.

"In Anhk-Morpork, the blissful alcoholic oblivion of Vimes is disrupted by the arrival of Carrot, an ambitious dwarf cop who goes on an arresting spree, freeing an enormous dragon in the process."--Publisher.

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.

'Things have to come to an end, see. That's how it works when you turn the world into stories. You should never have done that. You shouldn't treat people like they was characters, like they was things. But if you do, then you've got to know where the story ends.' That's the problem when you let real life get in the way of a good story. You shouldn't let it happen. Especially when a good story involves three witches, including a fairy godmother, travelling to a faraway land to make sure that a servant girl doesn't marry a prince. It looks as though a happy ending may be averted before catastrophe strikes. But unfortunately the forces of good are up against a Godmother who has made Destiny an offer it can't refuse...

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was "Hey, you!". For Brutha the novice is the Chosen One, and all he wants is peace, justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please.

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.

Features Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance constable Detritus (a troll), Lance constable Angua (a woman... most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving), who've only got twenty-four hours to clean up the town, Ankh-Morpork.

When her dear old Granddad -- the Grim Reaper himself -- goes missing, Susan takes over the family business. The progeny of Death's adopted daughter and his apprentice, she shows real talent for the trade. That is until a little string in her heart goes "twang." With a head full of dreams and a pocketful of lint, Imp the Bard lands in Ankh-Morpork, yearning to become a rock star. Determined to devote his life to music, the unlucky fellow soon finds that all his dreams are coming true. Well almost. In this finger-snapping, toe-tapping tale of youth, Death, and rocks that roll, Terry Pratchett once again demonstrates the wit and genius that have propelled him to the highest echelons of parody next to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen.

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.

Suddenly, condemned arch-swindler Moist von Lipwig found himself with a noose around his neck and dropping through a trapdoor into ... a government job? By all rights, Moist should be meeting his maker rather than being offered a position as Postmaster by Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork. Getting the moribund Postal Service up and running again, however, may prove an impossible task, what with literally mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook and cranny of the broken-down post office. Worse still, Moist could swear the mail is talking to him. Worst of all, it means taking on the gargantuan, greedy Grand Trunk clacks communication monopoly and its bloodthirsty piratical headman. But if the bold and undoable are what's called for, Moist's the man for the job -- to move the mail, continue breathing, get the girl, and specially deliver that invaluable commodity that every being, human or otherwise, requires: hope.

The Hogswatchnight yuletide season is disrupted by the evil deeds of the Auditors, who replace the red-suited Hogfather with a scythe-bearing demon, prompting the Unseen University wizards and their monster-bashing nanny to launch a rescue plan

A weathercock has risen from the sea of Discworld, and suddenly you can tell which way the wind is blowing.A new land has surfaced, and so have old feuds.And as two armies march, Commander Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch has got just a few hours to deal with a crime so big that there's no law against it. It's called "war."He's facing unpleasant foes who are out to get him... that's just the people on his side. The enemy might even be worse. And his pocket Dis-organiser says he's got to DIE under "Things To Do Today."But he'd better not, because the world's cleverest inventor and its most devious politician are on their way to the battlefield with a little package that's guaranteed to stop a battle...Discworld goes to war, with armies of sardines, warriors, fishermen, squid, and at least one very camp follower.

It's the Discworld's last continent and it's going to die in a few days, except... Who is this hero striding across the red desert? A man in a hat whose luggage follows him on little legs. Yes, it's Rincewind, the inept wizard who can't even spell wizard. He's the only hero left. Still...no worries, eh?

Dvacátá třetí kniha ze série Úžasná Zeměplocha v limitované edici.

The flat world is supported on the backs of four elephants. But aren't there supposed to be five? Indeed there are. So what happened to the fifth elephant? An investigation of an attempted assassination leads Commander Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork constabulary on a wild goose-or rather, elephant-chase that will lead him to discover the truth about the missing pachyderm. Everyone knows that the world is flat, and supported on the backs of four elephants. But weren't there supposed to be five? Indeed there were. So where is it? When duty calls, Commander Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork constabulary answers. Even when he doesn't want to. He's been "invited" to attend a royal function as both detective and diplomat. The one role he relishes; the other requires, well, ruby tights. Of course where cops (even those clad in tights) go, alas, crime follows. An attempted assassination and a theft soon lead to a desperate chase from the low halls of Discworld royalty to the legendary fat mines of Uberwald, where lard is found in underground seams along with tusks and teeth and other precious ivory artifacts. It's up to the dauntless Vimes-bothered as usual by a familiar cast of Discworld inhabitants (you know, trolls, dwarfs, werewolves, vampires and such) to solve the puzzle of the missing pachyderm. Which of course he does. After all, solving mysteries is his job.

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.

Pourquoi remettre ni lendemain ce que l'on peut faire le jour même ? Le très très vieux moine Lou-Tsé et son apprenti Lobsang en savent quelque chose puisque c'est à eux qu'incombe la tâche de gérer le temps et de le distribuer au mieux, veillant ainsi au bon déroulement de l'Histoire. Jusqu'au jour où Jérémie, maître horloger d'Ankh-Morpok reçoit une mystérieuse commande pour construire une horloge de verre parfaite. Celle-ci pourra tout simplement arrêter le temps et mettre fin au Chaos. Ah, cela ne serait-il pas le rêve des Contrôleurs que le Disque-Monde insupporte par ses activités incessantes ? Le temps est compté pour Lou-Tsé ! Mais la Mort va s'en mêler, attirant dans son sillage les cinq Cavaliers de l'Apocalypse - oui, c'est une longue histoire...

A 'Discworld novel with pictures' - the 27th instalment in the fantasy series that has made Terry Pratchett an international superstar.

Imagine a million clever rats. Rats that don't run. Rats that fight... Maurice, a scruffy tomcat with an eye for the main chance, has the perfect fiddle going. He has a stupid-looking kid for a piper, and he has his very own plague of rats - rats who are strangely educated, so Maurice can no longer think of them as 'lunch'. And everyone knows the stories about rats and pipers - and is giving him lots of money... Until they try the trick in the far-flung town of Bad Blintz, and the nice little con suddenly goes down the drain. Someone there is playing a different tune. A dark, shadowy tune. Something very, very bad is waiting in the cellars. The rats must learn a new word. Evil. It's not a game any more. It's definitely a rat-eat-rat world down there. In fact, that might only be the start... Bestselling novelist Terry Pratchett leads readers from tale to tail in a darkly imaginative and fiendishly entertaining story, the first for younger readers set in the Discworld universe, the setting of his phenomenally successful fantasy novels.

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

Polly Perks disguises herself as a boy in order to join the army and go in search of her lost brother

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.

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

Il y a bien longtemps, trolls et nains se sont affrontés dans la vallée de Koom. Alors que la date anniversaire de cette bataille approche, les tensions montent à Ankh-Morpork. Un célèbre nain, Broilacuisse, est assassiné. Le cauchemar commence pour le commissaire Viinaire, pris entre les feux de deux communautés qui se haïssent toujours, tandis que son équipe du Guet se déchire lors de l'arrivée d'un petit nouveau.

"Moist von Lipwig, condemned prisoner turned postal worker extraordinaire is now in charge of a different branch of the government: overseeing the printing of Ankh-Morpork's first paper currency. A dream come true for a former arch-swindler-- or is it?"--P. [4] of cover

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!

"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)"--

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 . . .

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...

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

Tiffany Weh, die junge Hexe aus dem Kreideland, musste viele Prüfungen bestehen, bevor die anderen Hexen sie als eine der Ihren akzeptierten. Nun ist die sie die „offizielle Hexe ihrer Heimat“ – und steht auch gleich vor ihrer bisher größten Herausforderung. Denn tief im Kreideland sammelt ein alter Feind neue Kraft. Und nicht nur hier, auf der ganzen Scheibenwelt hat eine Zeit der Umbrüche begonnen: Grenzen verschwimmen, Allianzen verschieben sich, neue Mächte formen sich. Als eine gewaltige Invasion bevorsteht, ruft Tiffany die gesamte Hexengemeinde auf, ihr zu helfen ...