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The fantastic new Discworld novel and Terry Pratchett's fiftieth book. 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. They say that in the end all sins are forgiven. But not quite all...

Terry Pratchett''s hilarious take on the Faust legend stars many of the Discworld''s most popular characters Eric is the Discworld''s onlydemonology 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 andhave the most beautiful woman fall madly in love with him The usual stuff...

It's not easy being a witch, and it's certainly not all whizzing about on broomsticks, but Tiffany Aching - teen witch - is doing her best.Until something evil wakes up, something that stirs up all the old stories about nasty old witches, so that just wearing a pointy hat suddenly seems a very bad idea.Worse still, this evil ghost from the past is hunting down one witch in particular. He's hunting for Tiffany. Andhe's found her . . . A fabulous Discworld title filled with witches and magic and told in the inimitable Terry Pratchett style, I Shall Wear Midnight is the fourth Discworld title to feature Tiffany and her tiny, fightin', boozin' pictsie friends, the Nac Mac Feegle (aka The Wee Free Men).

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 ... I Shall Wear Midnight is the fourth ''Discworld'' title to feature witch Tiffany Aching and her tiny, fightin'', boozin'' pictsie friends, the Nac Mac Feegle (aka ''The Wee Free Men'').

THE SHOW MUST GO ON, AS MURDER, MUSIC AND MAYHEM RUN RIOT IN THE NIGHT... The Opera House, Ankh-Morpork...a huge, rambling building, where innocent young sopranos are lured to their destiny by a strangely-familiar evil mastermind in a hideously-deformed evening dress... At least, he hopes so. But Granny Weatherwax, Discworld''s most famous witch, is in the audience. And she doesn''t hold with that sort of thing. So there''s going to be trouble (but nevertheless a good evening''s entertainment with murders you can really hum)

Terry Pratchett portrays Death (a.k.a The Grim Reaper), as a much maligned and misunderstood yet loveable skellington, deep down inside, and not as what is ultimately the most feared myth of our consciousness. As you can imagine, he is simply a skeleton in a long black cowl, but interestingly enough, his character is personified, mirrored off human beings: he has a house (albeit in the between dimension of life and death), with a bath that has four clawed feet. He has a manservant, Albert Malich (being the first Arch-Chancellor of Unseen University who tried to cheat Death because he didnt want to die), a daughter called Ysabel (who is fat and annoying and likes pink), and a horse called Binky (pardon me for saying that I find that the most mind-bending name for Deaths horse ever imaginable.) Our man Death has a penchant for take-away curry, tends to suffer a bit from pensive introspective analysis, depression, and should be the last anomorphic personification(i.e creature of myth)to be asking the universal question: Why are we here? He also likes kittens. No-body ever really sees Death, and rather sees something out of the corner of their eye, at the edge of their consciousness, usually followed by this strange feeling that they were SURE they were talking to someone a minute ago and now hes gone. With a voice like grinding tombstones, Deaths dialogue is always written in CAPITALS, and delivered with the same dry aplomb as that of a rock. Yet, he seeks to find out about humankind, and to explore the theories of having fun, getting drunk and making friends. Humans do interest and confuse him, by their foibles and their ways, so it is understandable that with a character such as this, any

Dom Salabos had a lot of advantages. As heir to a huge fortune he had an excellent robot servant (with Man-Friday subcircuitry), a planet (the First Syrian Bank) as a godfather, a security chief who even ran checks on himself, and on Dom''s home world even death was not always fatal. Why then, in an age when prediction was a science, was his future in doubt?

A TOURIST GUIDE TO LANCRE Not only an artistic and breathtaking view of Lancre but also an interesting and informative guide to one of the Discworld's more, er, picturesque kingdoms. Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg and Magrat Garlick live there. Lancre could hardly be somewhere ordinary, could it? Magic glues the Discworld together and a lot of it ends up in Lancre, principal Kingdom of the Ramtop Mountains. Between Uberwald and Whale Bay, the Octarine Grass Country and the Widdershins Ocean lies the most exciting and dangerous terrain in all Discworld. The Ramtops supply Discworld with most of its witches and wizards. The leaves on the trees in the Ramtops move even when there is no breeze. Rocks go for a stroll in the evening. Even the land, at times, seems alive. The mapp may only be two-dimensional, but watch it very carefully and you might see it jostle about a bit. TERRY PRATCHETT is Britain's most successful author of comic fantasy, probably the hardest-working writer in the business and a generally all-round good chap. STEPHEN BRIGGS is none of these, but knows even more about the Discworld than Mr Pratchett which is, when you think about it, very odd.