Venugopalan Ittekot Libros

A new Discworld novel. A small, uninhabitable island rises from the sea, and Solid Jackson thinks he's discovered it first. But so too do the Klatchain fishermen, Akhan and Arif. There's only one answer - war!

Húmedo von Mustachen, artista de las estafas, los timos y las apuestas fraudulentas, debe elegir entre la muerte y la vida. O lo que es lo mismo, entre pensar unas famosas últimas palabras de camino a la horca, o aceptar la oferta de lord Vetinari de modernizar el moribundo servicio de correos de Ankh-Morpork. Pasar de la honrada delincuencia a trabajar para el gobierno... hum, difícil decisión. Tendría que reabrir la destartalada Oficina de Correos, en la que se acumulan toneladas de cartas desde hace años. Tendría que desafiar el sol, la lluvia, la nieve, los perros, los trolls con palos, las enormes cosas verdes con dientes y tantos otros obstáculos en la ruta de un cartero. Tendría que enfrentarse a su principal competencia: el equipo directivo de la compañía de torres de señales que ha monopolizado las comunicaciones del Mundodisco. Y tampoco estaría nada mal conseguir una cita con la señorita Buencorazón... Tal vez haga falta un timador nato, con don de gentes y mucho estilo, para triunfar donde otros más escrupulosos han fracasado. Puede que sea el momento de tomar... cartas en el asunto. Novela finalista en los prestigiosos premios Nebula y Locus.

The twelfth Discworld novel — It seemed an easy job . . . After all, how difficult could it be to make sure that a servant girl doesn’t marry a prince? But for the witches Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg and Magrat Garlick, travelling to the distant city of Genua, things are never that simple. Servant girls have to marry the prince. That’s what life is all about. You can’t fight a Happy Ending. At least — up until now.

Susan had never hung up a stocking . She'd never put a tooth under her pillow in the serious expectation that a dentally inclined fairy would turn up. It wasn't that her parents didn't believe in such things. They didn't need to believe in them. They know they existed. They just wished they didn't. There are those who believe and those who don't. Through the ages, superstition has had its uses. Nowhere more so than in the Discworld where it's helped to maintain the status quo. Anything that undermines superstition has to be viewed with some caution. There may be consequences, particularly on the last night of the year when the time is turning. When those consequences turn out to be the end of the world, you need to be prepared. You might even want more standing between you and oblivion than a mere slip of a girl - even if she has looked Death in the face on numerous occasions...