Death comes to us all. When he came to Mort, he offered him a job. After being assured that being dead was not compulsory, Mort accepted. However, he soon found that romantic longings did not mix easily with the responsibilities of being Death's apprentice...

Steam is rising over Discworld, driven by Mister Simnel, the man with a flat cap and a sliding rule. He has produced a great clanging monster of a machine that harnesses the power of all of the elements-earth, air, fire, and water-and it's soon drawing astonished crowds. To the consternation of Ankh-Morpork's formidable Patrician, Lord Vetinari, no one is in charge of this new invention. This needs to be rectified, and who better than the man he has...

When Death is officially retired, chaos ensues on the planet Earth, and Dead Rights activist Reg Shoe is up to his neck in paperwork and poltergeists in his attempts to put Death back on the job.

William de Worde begins the first newspaper on Discworld and discovers investigative journalism.

Sam Vimes can't tell what kind of day he's having. One moment he's fighting a ruthless murderer on top of the library of the Unseen University. The next, he's thrown back in time. But, the city's on the brink of revolt, and that killer he was after in the future is with him here in the past, which is now the present. Now all Vimes has to do is figure out how to get back home--but first he has to change the outcome of a bloody rebellion.

Terry Pratchett has invented a phantasmagorical universe in which a blissfully naive interplanetary tourist called Twoflower joins up with a drop-out wizard whose spells only seem to work half of the time. Together they undertake a chaotic voyage through a crazy world filled with monsters and dragons, heroes and knaves. Pratchett has taken the sword and sorcery fantasy tradition and turned it on its ear to create an entertaining and bizarre spoof....

This is the Discworld's last continent, a completely separate creation. Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Champion sheep shearer, horse rider, road warrior, beer drinker, & bush ranger, whose luggage follows him on little legs, who's about to change history by preventing a swagman stealing a jumbuc by a billabong? Yes ... all this place has between itself & wind-blown doom is Rincewind, the inept wizard.

Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle - Discworld - a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend his melon patch. Until one day he hears the voice of a god calling his name. A small god, to be sure. But bossy as Hell.

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...

Sam Vimes is a man on the run. Yesterday he was a duke, a chief of police and the ambassador to the mysterious fat-rich country of Uberwald. Now he has nothing but his native wit and the gloomy trousers of Uncle Vanya (don't ask). It's snowing. It's freezing. And if he can't make it through the forest to civilisation there's going to be a terrible war. But there are monsters on his trail. They're bright. They're fast. They're werewolves--and they're...