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There's nothing like the issue of evolution to get under the skin of academics. Especially when those same academics are by chance or bad judgement deposited at a critical evolutionary turning point when one wrong move could have catastrophic results for the future. Unfortunately, in the hands of such an inept and cussed group of individuals, the sensitive issue of causality is, sadly, only likely to receive the same scant respect that they show to one another.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse. And Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but not for him a mere body in the wardrobe. There are many, many bodies and an ancient crime more terrible than murder. He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, out of bacon sandwiches, and occasionally snookered and out of his mind, but never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a finding, and a chase....

En un mundo plano sostenido por cuatro elefantes impasibles—que se apoyan en la espalda de una tortuga gigante—habitan los estrafalarios personajes de esta novela: un hechicero avaro y torpe, un turista ingenuo cuyo fiero equipaje le sigue a todas partes sostenido por cientos de patitas, dragones que solo existen si se cree en ellos, gremios de ladrones y asesinos, espadas mágicas, la Muerte y, por supuesto, un extenso catálogo de magos y demonios....

Un nuevo día, sereno y apacible, empieza en el Mundodisco. Como es habitual, la gran tortuga navega por el éter entregada a reflexiones inescrutables, sosteniendo en su caparazón a los cuatro elefantes sobre los que descansa el mundo. Sin embargo, se avecina una inexorable colisión con una malévola estrella roja, y solo una persona puede poner remedio al inminente desastre: Rincewind, el inepto y cobarde hechicero. Por desgracia, Rincewind fue visto por última vez cuando caía por el borde del mundo...

As the mighty alien fleet from the very latest computer game thunders across the computer screen, Johnny prepares to blow them into the usual million pieces. And they send him a message: We surrender. They're not supposed to do that! They're supposed to die. And computer joysticks don't have 'Don't Fire' buttons. But it's only a game... isn't it?

Religion is a controversial business in the Discworld. Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods - who come in all shapes and sizes. In such a competitive environment, there is a pressing need to make one's presence felt. And it's certainly not remotely helpful to be reduced to be appearing in the form of a tortoise, a manifestation far below god-like status in anyone's book. In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast - preferably one who won't ask too many questions.

Poor Mr. Swimble is having a bad day. Rabbits are bouncing out of his hat, pigeons are flying out of his jacket and every time he points his finger, something magically appears - cheese sandwiches, socks...even a small yellow elephant on wheels! It's becoming a real nuisance - and he's allergic to rabbits. His friends at the Magic Rectangle can't help, but the mysterious vacuum cleaner he saw that morning may have something to do with it....

Tres hermanas brujas se oponen radicalmente a los reyes del país de Lancre. Tienen sus motivos para ello, y también un maquiavélico plan para alzarse con la victoria. Naturalmente, los habitantes de Lancre se verán involucrados y todo derivará hacia una convulsión caótica.

When a large, heavily fortified and armoured empire makes a faintly menacing request of a much smaller, infinitely more cowardly neighbour, it would be churlish, if not extremely dangerous, not to comply; particularly if all they want is a wizard, and they don't specify whether competence is an issue.

Dichter Herbstnebel liegt über Ankh-Morpork, und in der Stadt geschehen seltsame Morde. Scheinbar grundlos werden ein Bäcker und ein Priester umgebracht. Auch auf den ansonsten unantastbaren Patrizier wird ein Giftanschlag verübt, den er aber überlebt. Die Verbrechen geben für Sir Samuel Mumm, den Kommandeur der Stadtwache, keinen Sinn. Die Spuren führen zu den Golems, willenlosen Geschöpfen aus Lehm, die immer nur arbeiten und noch nie Ärger machten...

La Guardia Nocturna de la ciudad de Ank-Morkpok no tiene mucho trabajo. De los crímenes se ocupan los Gremios de Ladrones y de Asesinos, sin pasarse de una cuota fija al mes, por supuesto. Así, esta guardia destartalada y sin sentido de existencia consta de tan solo tres hombres: el capitán Vimes, el sargento Colon y el cabo Nobbs. Cuando un nuevo recluta, el idealista enano de casi dos metros llamado Zanahoria Fundidordehierroson, se integra en su equipo y no tiene mejor idea que arrestar a ladrones y asesinos haciendo cumplir la Ley, los tres veteranos guardias verán cómo su rutina se rompe.

Dragons have invaded Crumbling Castle, and all of King Arthur’s knights are either on holiday or visiting their grannies. It’s a disaster! Luckily, there’s a spare suit of armour and a very small boy called Ralph who’s willing to fill it. Together with Fortnight the Friday knight and Fossfiddle the wizard, Ralph sets out to defeat the fearsome fire-breathers. But there's a teeny weeny surprise in store.

Other children receive xylophones. Susan just had to ask her grandfather to take his vest off. Yes. There's a Death in the family. It's hard to grow up normally when Grandfather rides a white horse and wields a scythe: especially when you have to take over the family business, and everyone mistakes you for the Tooth Fairy. And especially when you have to face the new and addictive music that has entered Discworld. It's lawless. It changes people. It's called Music With Rocks In.

Un nuevo miembro de la hermandad de asesinos hereda el reino de Djelibeyi, conocido por sus monumentales pirámides y el glorioso hecho de que dentro de sus fronteras nada ha cambiado en 1.500 años. Sin embargo, el nuevo monarca no está dispuesto a que las cosas sigan igual.

From Snuff: Vimes looked at the cover. The title was The World of Poo. When his wife was out of eyeshot he carefully leafed through it. Well, okay, you had to accept that the world had moved on and these days’ fairy stories were probably not going to be about twinkly little things with wings. As he turned page after page, it dawned on him that whomever had written this book, they certainly knew what would make kids like Young Sam laugh until they were nearly sick. The bit about sailing down the river almost made him smile.

William de Worde is the accidental editor of the Discworld's first newspaper. Now he must cope with the traditional perils of a journalist's life: people who want him dead, a recovering vampire with a suicidal fascination for flash photography, some more people who want him dead in a different way and, worst of all, the man who keeps begging him to publish pictures of his humorously shaped potatoes. William just wants to get at the truth.

Der Gauner Feucht von Lipwig wird dazu verdonnert, die heruntergekommene Post der Scheibenwelt wieder auf Vordermann zu bringen, denn im alten Postamt von Ankh-Morpork ruht die Arbeit seit vielen Jahren. Feucht ist dabei so erfolgreich, dass er sich den Zorn der Konkurrenz vom Großen Strang der Klacker zuzieht. Ein öffentlicher Wettstreit soll die Entscheidung bringen: "Postkutsche gegen Klacker" - wer kann eine Nachricht schneller in das zweitausend Meilen entfernte Gennua bringen?

Somewhere in a place so far up there is no down, a ship is waiting to take the nomes home: back to wherever they came from. And one nome, Masklin, knows that they've got to try and contact this ship. It means getting to Florida (wherever that is), then getting to the launch of a communications satellite (whatever that is). A ridiculous plan. Impossible. But Masklin doesn't know this, so he tries to do it anyway.

Reality is all very well in small doses. It's a perfectly conventional and convenient way of neutralising the imagination. But sometimes when there's more than one reality at play, imagination just won't be neutralised, and the walls between realities come tumbling down. Unfortunately there's usually a damned good reason for there being walls between them in the first place. To keep things out. Things who want to make mischief and play havoc with the natural order.

Eric is the Discworld's only demonology hacker. Pity he's not very good at it. All he wants is his three wishes granted. Nothing fancy: to be immortal, to rule the world, and have the most beautiful woman in the world fall madly in love with him. The usual stuff. But instead of a tractable demon, Eric calls up Rincewind, the most incompetent wizard in the universe, and his extremely intractable and hostile travel accessory, the Luggage.