Mondo Disco è una serie fantasy satirica ambientata su un pianeta piatto sorretto da una gigantesca tartaruga. La serie segue vari personaggi che si confrontano con la magia, la politica e situazioni assurde. L'autore Terry Pratchett crea un mondo unico pieno di umorismo e critica sociale. Ogni capitolo porta nuove storie e personaggi che diventano iconici
In un mondo sorretto da quattro elefanti magici che poggiano sul guscio di una tartaruga gigante, ha inizio la più stramba, scatenata ed esplosiva delle avventure: il viaggio dell’ingenuo Duefiori attraverso le meraviglie e le bizzarrie del Mondo Disco.
Lentamente ma inesorabilmente il Mondo Disco si sta avvicinando a un'antipatica stella rossa; la collisione sembra ormai inevitabile. Di fronte a tale sventura uno solo può essere il salvatore: Scuotivento, ovviamente. Peccato che, l'ultima volta che l'hanno visto, il campione universale dell'incapacità magica stesse precipitando oltre l'orlo del Mondo Disco...
Sul bizzarro Mondo Disco, regolato dalle leggi della magia e della fantasia, non sono finite le avventure... Ora è il turno della piccola Esk, ottava figlia di un ottavo figlio, e quindi destinata a diventare mago se non fosse che, essendo femmina, potrebbe al massimo diventare strega. Ma Esk è decisa: vuole diventare mago e, rincorsa dall'apprensiva nonnina, parte alla volta della leggendaria Università Invisibile dei Maghi dove è sicura che le sarà insegnata l'arte della magia.
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.
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.
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.
First book of the original and best CITY WATCH series, now reinterpreted in BBC's The Watch 'This is one of Pratchett's best books. Hilarious and highly recommended' The Times The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . . _________________ 'It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hotdogs to the rest.' Insurrection is in the air in the city of Ankh-Morpork. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again. Captain Sam Vimes of the city's ramshackle Night Watch is used to this. It's enough to drive a man to drink. Well, to drink more. But this time, something is different - the Have-Nots have found the key to a dormant, lethal weapon that even they don't fully understand, and they're about to unleash a campaign of terror on the city. Time for Captain Vimes to sober up.
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.
They say there are only two things you can count on ... But that was before DEATH started pondering the existential. Of course, the last thing anyone needs is a squeamish Grim Reaper and soon his Discworld bosses have sent him off with best wishes and a well-earned gold watch. Now DEATH is having the time of his life, finding greener pastures where he can put his scythe to a whole new use. But like every cutback in an important public service, DEATH's demise soon leads to chaos and unrest -- literally, for those whose time was supposed to be up, like Windle Poons. The oldest geezer in the entire faculty of Unseen University -- home of magic, wizardry, and big dinners -- Windle was looking forward to a wonderful afterlife, not this boring been-there-done-that routine. To get the fresh start he deserves, Windle and the rest of Ankh-Morpork's undead and underemployed set off to find DEATH and save the world for the living (and everybody else, of course).
Be careful what you wish for... Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother named Desiderata who had a good heart, a wise head, and poor planning skills—which unforunately left the Princess Emberella in the care of her other (not quite so good and wise) godmother when DEATH came for Desiderata. So now it's up to Magrat Garlick, Granny Weatherwax, and Nanny Ogg to hop on broomsticks and make for far-distant Genua to ensure the servant girl doesn't marry the Prince. But the road to Genua is bumpy, and along the way the trio of witches encounters the occasional vampire, werewolf, and falling house (well this is a fairy tale, after all). The trouble really begins once these reluctant foster-godmothers arrive in Genua and must outwit their power-hungry counterpart who'll stop at nothing to achieve a proper "happy ending"—even if it means destroying a kingdom.
For Brutha the novice is the Chosen One. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him.
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 oldest and most inscrutable empire in the Discworld is in turmoil, brought about by the revolutionary treatise 'What I Did On My Holidays'. Workers are uniting, with nothing to lose but their water buffaloes. Warlords are struggling for power. War (and Clancy) are spreading throughout the ancient cities.
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.
Chi è l’assassino che si aggira per Ankh-Morpork? E soprattutto, perché non è munito di regolare licenza? È vero che nella più grande città di Mondo Disco è impossibile rompere le regole, perché non se ne trova più una intera, ma quando è troppo è troppo: un delitto compiuto fuori dall’orario di servizio, senza alcuna traccia se non curiosi resti di argilla bianca. Il valoroso capitano Vimes della Guardia Cittadina, ormai perennemente sobrio, felicemente sposato e costantemente occupato a scampare agli attentati della Gilda degli Assassini, è determinato a scoprire il colpevole e a fermarlo.
Susan had never hung up a stocking . There are those who believe and those who don't, but either way it's not right to find Death creeping down chimneys and trying to say Ho Ho Ho. Susan the gothic governess has got to sort everything out by morning, otherwise there won't be a morning.
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-organizer says he's got Die under Things to do today.
Something is amiss at Unseen Unversity, Ankh-Morpork's most prestigious (i.e., only) institution of higher learning. A professor is missing—but a search party is on the way! A bevy of senior wizards will follow the trail wherever it leads—even to the other side of Discworld, where the Last Continent, Fourecks, is under construction. Imagine a magical land where rain is but a myth and the ordinary is strange and the past and present run side by side. experience the terror as you encounter a Mad Dwarf, the Peach Butt, and the dreaded Meat Pie Floater. Feel the passion as the denizens of the Last Continent learn what happens when rain falls and the rivers fill with water (it spoils regattas, for one thing). Thrill to the promise of next year's regatta, in remote, rustic Didjabringabeeralong. It'll be asolutely gujeroo (no worries).
In this and indeed other lives there are givers and takers. They don't have much time for the givers of this world - except perhaps mealtimes - and even less for priests. Mightily Oats has not picked a good time to be a priest. But they haven't met the neighbours yet: between them and Lancre stand Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg.
The Fifth Elephant is the latest installment in the Discworld cycle starring dwarfs, diplomacy, intrigue and big lumps of fat . . . 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 civilization there's going to be a terrible war. But there are monsters on his trail. They are bright. They are fast, and they are catching up!
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.
The phenomenal 20 million copy bestselling author and king of satirical fiction delivers another ingenious novel. In this Terry Pratchett worldwide bestselling series Discworld is a topsy-turvy, magical place, carried serenely through the Universe on the back of the Great Turtle. In the comic tradition of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide...
He's been a legend in his own lifetime. He can remember when a hero didn't have to worry about fences and lawyers and civilisation, and when people didn't tell you off for killing dragons. But he can't always remember, these days, where he put his teeth... So now, with his ancient sword and his new walking stick and his old friends -- and they're very old friends -- Cohen the Barbarian is going on one final quest. He's going to climb the highest mountain in the Discworld and meet his gods. The last hero in the world is going to return what the first hero stole. With a vengeance. That'll mean the end of the world, if no one stops him in time.
A talking cat, intelligent rats, and a strange boy cooperate in a Pied Piper scam until they try to con the wrong town and are confronted by a deadly evil rat king.
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 self how to be a good copper and change the outcome of a bloody rebellion. There's a problem: if he wins, he's got no wife, no child, no future... A Discworld Tale of One City, with a full chorus of street urchins, ladies of negotiable affection, rebels, secret policemen, and other children of the revolution. Truth! Justice! Freedom! And a Hard-boiled Egg!
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
War has come to Discworld ... again. And, to no one's great surprise, the conflict centers around the small, arrogantly fundamentalist duchy of Borogravia, which has long prided itself on its unrelenting aggressiveness. A year ago, Polly Perks's brother marched off to battle, and Polly's willing to resort to drastic measures to find him. So she cuts off her hair, dons masculine garb, and -- aided by a well-placed pair of socks -- sets out to join this man's army. Since a nation in such dire need of cannon fodder can't afford to be too picky, Polly is eagerly welcomed into the fighting fold—along with a vampire, a troll, an Igor, a religious fanatic, and two uncommonly close "friends." It would appear that Polly "Ozzer" Perks isn't the only grunt with a secret. But duty calls, the battlefield beckons. And now is the time for all good ... er ... "men" to come to the aid of their country.
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.
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.
With his beloved Watch crumbling around him and war-drums sounding, Commander Sam Vimes must unravel every clue, outwit every assassin and brave any darkness to find the solution. And darkness is following him. At six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, he must go home to read "Where's My Cow?" to his little boy.
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
"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
The wizards at Ankh-Morpork's Unseen University are renowned for many things—wisdom, magic, their love of teatime—but athletics is most assuredly not on the list. So when Lord Vetinari, the city's benevolent tyrant, strongly suggests to Archchancellor Mustrum Ridcully that the university put forth a football team composed of faculty, students, and staff—or lose the funding that pays for their nine daily meals—the more-than-usually-at-sea UU wizards find themselves in a quandary. To begin with, they have to figure out just what it is that makes this sport of foot-the-ball so popular with Ankh-Morporkians of all ages and social strata. Then they have to learn how to play it. Oh, and on top of that, they must somehow win a football match without using magic. And the thing about football—the most important thing about football—is that it is never just about football.
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...
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…
The new Discworld novel from Britain's number one bestselling writer sees the Disc's first train come steaming into town. 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.
Sir Terry Pratchett's final Discworld novel, which features the witch Tiffany Aching.
