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At long last, Lady Sybil has lured her husband, Sam Vimes, on a well-deserved holiday away from the crime and grime of Ankh-Morpork. But for the commander of the City Watch, a vacation in the country is anything but relaxing. The balls, the teas, the muck—not to mention all that fresh air and birdsong—are more than a bit taxing on a cynical city-born and -bred copper. Yet a policeman will find a crime anywhere if he decides to look hard enough, and it's not long before a body is discovered, and Sam—out of his jurisdiction, out of his element, and out of bacon sandwiches (thanks to his well-meaning wife)—must rely on his instincts, guile, and street smarts to see justice done. As he sets off on the chase, though, he must remember to watch where he steps. . . . This is the countryside, after all, and the streets most definitely are not paved with gold.
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Snuff, Terry Pratchett
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 2012
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- Titolo
- Snuff
- Lingua
- Inglese
- Autori
- Terry Pratchett
- Editore
- HARPER TORCH
- Pubblicato
- 2012
- Formato
- In brossura
- Pagine
- 480
- ISBN10
- 0062218867
- ISBN13
- 9780062218865
- Serie
- Mondo Disco
- Tag
- Narrativa, Gialli & Thriller, Fantasy, Avventura, Gialli, Umorismo, Romanzi d'avventura, Omicidi, Science fantasy, Serie, Regali per gli uomini, Letteratura inglese, Commedie, Investigazione, Satira, Vacanze, Crimini e reati, Settori e Culto, Parodia, Sorveglianza, Fantasy umoristica, Orchi, Goblin, Allegro, Mondo Disco, Guardia
- Prima pubblicazione
- 2011
- Titolo originale
- Snuff
- Valutazione
- 4,15 su 5
- Descrizione
- At long last, Lady Sybil has lured her husband, Sam Vimes, on a well-deserved holiday away from the crime and grime of Ankh-Morpork. But for the commander of the City Watch, a vacation in the country is anything but relaxing. The balls, the teas, the muck—not to mention all that fresh air and birdsong—are more than a bit taxing on a cynical city-born and -bred copper. Yet a policeman will find a crime anywhere if he decides to look hard enough, and it's not long before a body is discovered, and Sam—out of his jurisdiction, out of his element, and out of bacon sandwiches (thanks to his well-meaning wife)—must rely on his instincts, guile, and street smarts to see justice done. As he sets off on the chase, though, he must remember to watch where he steps. . . . This is the countryside, after all, and the streets most definitely are not paved with gold.