Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, The Wee Free Men (Discworld, #30; Tiffany Aching, #1), The Light Fantastic (Discworld, #2; Rincewind #2), The Color of Magic (Discworld, #1; Rincewind #1), Going Postal (Discworld, #33; Moist von Lipwig, #1), Guards! Guards! (Discworld, #8; City Watch #1), Small Gods (Discworld, #13), Night Watch (Discworld, #29; City Watch, #6), Mort (Discworld, #4; Death, #1), Equal Rites (Discworld, #3; Witches #1)
Here there be dragons . . . and the denizens of Ankh-Morpork wish one huge firebreather would return from whence it came. Long believed extinct, a superb specimen of draco nobilis
("noble dragon" for those who don't understand italics) has appeared in Discworld's greatest city. Not only does this unwelcome visitor have a nasty habit of charbroiling everything in its path, in rather short order it is crowned King (it is a noble
dragon, after all . . .).
Meanwhile, back at Unseen University, an ancient and long-forgotten volume--The Summoning of Dragons
--is missing from the Library's shelves. To the rescue come Captain Vimes, Constable Carrot, and the rest of the Night Watch who, along with other brave citizens, risk everything, including a good roasting, to dethrone the flying monarch and restore order to Ankh-Morpork (before it's burned to a crisp). A rare tale, well done as only Terry Pratchett can., Terry Pratchett's profoundly irreverent novels are consistent number one bestseller in England, where they have catapulted him into the highest echelons of parody next to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen.
In this Discworld installment, Death comes to Mort with an offer he can't refuse -- especially since being, well, dead isn't compulsory. As Death's apprentice, he'll have free board and lodging, use of the company horse, and he won't need time off for family funerals. The position is everything Mort thought he'd ever wanted, until he discovers that this perfect job can be a killer on his love life., An alternative cover for this ISBN can be found here
According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter
(the world's only completely
accurate book of prophecies, written in 1655, before she exploded), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.
So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demonboth of whom have lived amongst Earth's mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyleare not actually looking forward to the coming Rapture.
And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist . . ., Just because you can't explain it, doesn't mean it's a miracle.' Religion is a controversial business in the Discworld. Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods. Who come in all shapes and sizes. In such a competitive environment, there is a pressing need to make one's presence felt. And it's certainly not remotely helpful to be reduced to be appearing in the form of a tortoise, a manifestation far below god-like status in anyone's book. In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast. Preferably one who won't ask too many questions...