Discworld Series

Death has gone missing. A hero is needed to bring him back. But there’s only Rincewind, incompetent wizard and highly-trained coward. You won’t catch Rincewind running away. He’s too fast. Unfortunately, he’s all there is that stands between people and the horrible prospect of immortality. No one wants that, do they?

The name’s Lewton. I’m a private investigator. I don’t know where the idea came from, I was just thinking one night that it would be really cool to have an office with my name on the door and a sturdy desk for sexy broads to lean across. Trouble is, wherever there are sexy broads there’s trouble, and the dame I’m working for wrote the book on trouble, and the sequel too. Her name’s Carlotta, and between her, the psychotic dwarf who’s following me and this walking mountain with the brain of a pomegranate who calls himself Malachite, I’m beginning to wonder if the Discworld’s first private investigator might be about to become the Discworld’s last private investigator too.

A dragon is ravaging Ankh-Morpork, the world’s leading city. Many people would consider that this falls under the heading of civic improvement, but what Ankh-Morpork needs right now is a hero. All it’s got, however, is Rincewind the wizard, whose only talent is that he is not in fact dead yet. He also has the Luggage, the nastiest piece of travelware in the Universe. With that at his side, there is probably no limit to the things he can fail to do…