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Three witches gathered on a lonely heath. A king cruelly murdered, his throne usurped by his ambitious cousin. A child heir and the royal crown, both missing.

Eine zwielichtige Sekte mit dem Namen "Die aufgeklärten Brüder der völlig schwarzen Nacht" beschwört einen gewaltigen Drachen über Ankh Morpork herauf, der die Stadt in Schutt und Asche zu legen droht. Der Drache gerät außer Kontrolle, und nur die Stadtwache kann Ankh Morpork vor dem Untergang bewahren. Samuel Mumm und seine Männer haben alle Hände voll zu tun, bis von unvermuteter Seite Hilfe naht.

Johnny Maxwell hat eine lebhafte Phantasie, die ihn immer wieder in die merkwürdigsten Abenteuer katapultiert. Im ersten Buch gerät er in ein Computerspiel, dessen Zielfiguren kapitulieren und sich zurückziehen wollen; im zweiten Band wollen Gespenster auf einem Friedhof verhindern, dass ihre Heimstatt an einen Immobilienmakler verschachert wird; und im dritten entdeckt Johnny einen geheimen Weg in die Vergangenheit, wo er ein schreckliches Ereignis verhindern muss.

Moist von Lipwig is a con artist and a fraud and a man faced with a life choice: be hanged, or put the ailing postal service of Ankh-Morpork back on its feet. It's a tough decision. The post is a creaking old institution, overshadowed by new technology. But there are people who still believe in it and Moist must become one of them if he's going to see that the mail gets through, come rain, hail, sleet, dogs, the Post Office Workers Friendly and Benevolent Society, an evil chairman...and a midnight killer. Getting a date with Adora Bell Dearheart would be nice, too.

By all rights, Arch-swindler Moist von Lipwig should be meeting his maker at the end of a noose. Instead, Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, has made him the city’s Postmaster General. Death may be preferable to fixing the Postal Service—a creaky, outdated institution beset by eccentric employees, mountains of old, undelivered mail Moist swears is talking to him, and a dangerous secret order. To restore the postal service to its former glory, Moist accepts the help of the tough talking and very attractive activist Adora Belle Dearheart.

Auf der Scheibenwelt heißt der Weihnachtsmann Schneevater, und er müht sich alljährlich, die Wünsche kleiner Racker zu erfüllen, die sich zum Beispiel eine omnianische Inquisitionsfolterkammer mit Streckbett und fast echtem Blut wünschen. Doch plötzlich ist der Schneevater verschwunden, und der Glauben weiß nicht, worauf er sich richten soll. Um die Dinge wieder ins Lot zu bringen, schlüpft Tod in die Rolle des Beschenkers und findet Gefallen an dem Job.

For Mort, a scythe is about to become one of the tools of his trade. Henceforth, Death is no longer going to be the end, merely the means to an end. He has received an offer he can't refuse. As Death's apprentice, he'll have free board and use of the company horse. And being dead isn't compulsory. It's a dream job - until he discovers that it can be a love-life killer.

In the beginning, there was nothing but endless flatness. Then came the Carpet.... That's the old story everyone knows and loves (even if they don't really believe it). But now the Carpet is home to many different tribes and peoples and there's a new story in the making. The story of Fray, sweeping a trail of destruction across the Carpet, and two brothers, who set out on an adventure to end all adventures.

Bevor TOD in seinen wohlverdienten Urlaub aufbricht, stellt er den jungen Mort als Lehrling ein. Mort hat alle Hände voll zu tun: Überall auf der Scheibenwelt ist seine Sense gefragt, und es gehört zum guten Ton, dass Könige, Zauberer und andere wichtige Persönlichkeiten vor deren Ableben persönlich besucht werden. Doch dann trifft Mort auf eine junge Prinzessin, die Opfer eines Attentats werden soll. Mort rettet sie und bringt damit nicht nur TODs Plan, sondern das gesamte Gefüge der Scheibenwelt durcheinander.

A nightmarish danger threatens from the other side of reality. . . . Armed with only a frying pan and her common sense, young witch-to-be Tiffany Aching must defend her home against the monsters of Fairyland. Luckily she has some very unusual help: the local Nac Mac Feegle—aka the Wee Free Men—a clan of fierce, sheep-stealing, sword-wielding, six-inch-high blue men.

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, rule the world, have the most beautiful woman in the world fall madly in love with him, the usual stuff. But instead of a tractable demon, he calls up Rincewind, probably the most incompetent wizard in the universe, and the extremely intractable and hostile form of travel accessory known as the Luggage.

The Western Front, 1916. Private Percy Blakeney wakes up. He is lying on fresh spring grass. He can hear birdsong, and the wind in the leaves in the trees. Where have the mud, blood, and blasted landscape of No Man's Land gone? Madison, Wisconsin, 2015. Cop Monica Jansson is exploring the burned-out home of a reclusive - some said mad, others dangerous - scientist when she finds a curious gadget: a box containing some wiring, a three-way switch and a potato. It is the prototype of a life-changing invention....

Everybody knows there's no such thing as a female wizard. So when the wizard Drum Billet accidentally passes on his staff of power to an eighth daughter of an eighth son, a girl called Eskarina (Esk, for short), the misogynistic world of wizardry wants nothing to do with her.

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Das große Finale der Nomen-Trilogie: Masklin, Gurder und Angalo schaffen es mit Hilfe der Concorde bis nach Amerika. Dort wartet die nächste Station ihrer Reise zurück in die Zukunft: Mit Hilfe des Space-Shuttle versuchen sie jenes gigantische Raumschiff zu reaktivieren, das die Nomen vor tausenden von Jahren auf die Erde brachte.

Die Nomen, 10 cm große Wesen, die lange in einem Kaufhaus lebten und ein Draußen nicht kennen, müssen nach dem Abriss ihrer Welt in einem Steinbruch zurechtkommen. Das Leben zwischen Ratten, Wind und Wetter fällt ihnen schwer - zumal sich ihr Anführer Masklin auf den Weg macht, um das Raumschiff zu finden, mit dem die Nomen einst auf die Erde kamen. Zu allem Überfluss kehren auch noch Menschen in den Steinbruch zurück.

Deep in the Chalk, something is stirring. The owls and the foxes can sense it, and Tiffany Aching feels it in her boots. An old enemy is gathering strength. This is a time of endings and beginnings, old friends and new, a blurring of edges and a shifting of power. Now Tiffany stands between the light and the dark, the good and the bad. As the fairy horde prepares for invasion, Tiffany must summon all the witches to stand with her. To protect the land. Her land. There will be a reckoning.

Armed only with a frying pan and her common sense, Tiffany Aching, a young witch-to-be, is all that stands between the monsters of Fairyland and the warm, green Chalk country that is her home. Forced into Fairyland to seek her kidnapped brother, Tiffany allies herself with the Chalk's local Nac Mac Feegle, aka the Wee Free Men, a clan of sheep-stealing, sword-wielding, six-inch-high blue men who are as fierce as they are funny.

This is the worst thing you can wish on a citizen of Discworld. Especially for the magically challenged Rincewind, who has already had far too much excitement in his life. Unfortunately, the unlucky wizard always seems to end up in the middle of, well, absolutely everything. So when a request for a 'Great Wizzard' arrives from the faraway Counterweight Continent, it's obviously Rincewind who's sent. For one thing, he's the only one who spells wizard that way.

Tiffany Aching leaps into a dance - and suddenly the spirit of winter is in love with her. He's showering her with snowflakes and offering her a crown of ice. Which is creepy, but also just a little bit...cool. Now she's dancing to his tune. She can't change the steps. But unless Tiffany can work out how to deal with the Wintersmith, there will never be another springtime.