Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig, who runs the Ankh-Morpork Post Office, and although he is a former arch-swindler and confidence man, has exceeded all expectations. So it's somewhat disconcerting when Lord Vetinari summons Moist to the palace and asks if he would like to make some real money, he's referring, rather, to the Royal Mint of Ankh-Morpork--a new opportunity or is it?

A seemingly routine day in the life of City Watch commander Sam Vimes is abruptly interrupted by an unsolved murder, an impending war, an unwanted new recruit, and a pesky government inspector. By the author of Going Postal. It's a game of Trolls and Dwarfs where the player must take both sides to win. It's the noise a troll club makes when crushing in a dwarf skull, or when a dwarfish axe cleaves a trollish cranium. It's the unsettling sound of history...