It isn't easy, being a teenage pharoah. You're not allowed to carry money, uninhibited young women peel your grapes for you, everyone thinks you're responsible for making the sun rise and the corn grow, you keep dreaming about seven thin cows and seven fat cows* and, on top of everything else,...  more

It isn't easy, being a teenage pharoah. You're not allowed to carry money, uninhibited young women peel your grapes for you, everyone thinks you're responsible for making the sun rise and the corn grow, you keep dreaming about seven thin cows and seven fat cows* and, on top of everything else, the Great Pyramid has just exploded because of paracosmic instability. And then you've got to deal with all these assassins, sphinxes, huge wooden horses, mad high priests, philosophers, sacred crocodiles,gods, marching mummies, jobbing pyramid builders and Hat, the Vulture-Headed God of Unexpected Guests. And all you really wanted was the chance to do something for young people and the inner cities. Definitely the funniest Discworld book since the last one. *One of them playing a trombone.

Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle-- DISCWORLD --a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants...  more

Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle-- DISCWORLD --a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend his melon patch. Until one day he hears the voice of a god calling his name. A small god, to be sure. But bossy as Hell.