Algo se está despertando en las profundidades de la caliza. Los búhos y los zorros lo presienten y Tiffany Dolorido lo nota en sus botas. Un viejo enemigo está reuniendo fuerzas.

Es tiempo de finales y principios, de viejos y nuevos amigos, de romper los límites y cambiar de manos el poder. Ahora, Tiffany se encuentra entre la luz y las sombras, entre el bien y el mal.

Mientras la horda de hadas se prepara para la invasión, Tiffany debe convocar a todas las brujas para que se unan a ella. Para proteger la tierra. Su tierra.

Es la hora de la verdad.

A lo largo de más de tres décadas, Terry Pratchett se convirtió en uno de los escritores más populares y admirados del Reino Unido. Su prolífica obra consta de unos setenta libros, ha sido traducida a treinta y siete idiomas y lleva vendidos más de ochenta y cinco millones de ejemplares en todo el mundo. Se le conoce sobre todo por su serie del Mundodisco, cuyo primer volumen se publicó originalmente en 1983 y que se cierra ahora con La corona del pastor, la entrega número cuarenta y uno.

Por otra parte, esta es la sexta novela del autor pensada tanto para los seguidores adultos de la serie como para introducir en ella a nuevos y más jóvenes lectores así como la quinta protagonizada por Tiffany Dolorido, uno de los personajes más queridos del Mundodisco. Esta joven bruja y sus inimitables ayudantes, los Nac Mac Feegle también aparecen en Los pequeños hombres libres, Un sombrero de cielo, La corona de hielo y Me vestiré de medianoche.

Be careful what you wish for...Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother named Desiderata who had a good heart, a wise head, and poor planning skills--which unforunately left the Princess Emberella in the care of her "other" (not quite so good and wise) godmother when DEATH came for Desiderata. So now it's up to Magrat Garlick, Granny Weatherwax, and Nanny Ogg to hop on broomsticks and make for far-distant Genua to ensure the servant girl "doesn't" marry the Prince.But the road to Genua is bumpy, and along the way the trio of witches encounters the occasional vampire, werewolf, and falling house (well this is a "fairy tale," after all). The trouble really begins once these reluctant foster-godmothers arrive in Genua and must outwit their power-hungry counterpart who'll stop at nothing to achieve a proper "happy ending"--even if it means destroying a kingdom.

'Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come round again. That's why they're called revolutions. People die, and nothing changes.'
For a policeman, there can be few things worse than a serial killer at loose in your city. Except, perhaps, a serial killer who targets coppers, and a city on the brink of bloody revolution. The people have found their voice at last, the flags and barricades are rising...And the question for a policeman, an officer of the law, a defender of the peace, is:
Are you with them, or are you against them?

«Sigues un HOME a la Guàrdia de la Ciutat! La Guàrdia de la Ciutat necessita HOMES!» Fins ara, però, la Guàrdia Nocturna només compta amb el cap Safanòria (tècnicament un nan), l’agent Cuddy (realment un nan), l’agent Detritus (un troll), l’agent Angua (una dona... la major part del temps) i el cap Nobby (desqualificat de la carrera evolutiva per fer trampes). I necessiten tota lajuda que puguina conseguir. Perquè hi ha un assassí solt als carrers, amb una arma nova i mortífera i, el més perillós, un PLA per tornar a la ciutat d’Ankh-Morpork la seva grandesa perduda. A més, ho han de desemmascarar abans del migdia, quan el capità Vimes torni la seva placa i es casi amb la dona més rica de la ciutat. Comparat amb el que els ve a
sobre, acabar amb aquell drac que va atacar la ciutat fa un temps va resultar fàcil, fins i tot enfrontar-se a un exèrcit de nans seria més fàcil! I si la tasca és complicada per a un cos de vigilància normal, per a la Guàrdia Nocturna es pot convertir, literalment, en un autèntic «trencacocos»...

Un nuevo miembro de la hermandad de asesinos hereda el reino de Djelibeyi, conocido por sus monumentales pirámides y el glorioso hecho de que dentro de sus fronteras nada ha cambiado en 1.500 años. Sin embargo, el nuevo comarca no está dispuesto a que las cosas sigan igual...

Terry Pratchett’s fantasy classic Wyrd Sisters, a novel in the Discworld series, is the story of Granny Weatherwax, the most highly regarded non-leader a coven of non-social witches could ever have.Generally, these loners don't get involved in anything, mush less royal intrigue. but then there are those times they can't help it. As Granny Weatherwax is about to discover, though, it's a lot harder to stir up trouble in the castle than some theatrical types would have you think. Even when you've got a few unexpected spells up your sleeve.Granny Weatherwax teams with two other witches — Nanny Ogg and Margat Garlick - as an unlikely alliance to save a prince and restore him to the throne of Lancre, in a tale that borrows — or is it parodies — some of William Shakespeare's best-loved works.

"They say there are only two things you can count on ..."But that was before DEATH started pondering the existential. Of course, the last thing anyone needs is a squeamish Grim Reaper and soon his Discworld bosses have sent him off with best wishes and a well-earned gold watch. Now DEATH is having the time of his life, finding greener pastures where he can put his scythe to a whole new use.But like every cutback in an important public service, DEATH's demise soon leads to chaos and unrest -- literally, for those whose time was supposed to be up, like Windle Poons. The oldest geezer in the entire faculty of Unseen University -- home of magic, wizardry, and big dinners -- Windle was looking forward to a wonderful afterlife, not this boring been-there-done-that routine. To get the fresh start he deserves, Windle and the rest of Ankh-Morpork's undead and underemployed set off to find DEATH and save the world for the living (and everybody else, of course).

A Cor da Magia é o primeiro livro da cultuada série Discworld. A história relata as aventuras do mago Rincewind e do estranho turista Duasflor, tudo com muito bom humor. Nessa aventura, os personagens praticamente fazem um tour pelo disco, o que os leva a encontrar um grande herói, um terrível demônio e dragões, além de se aproximarem perigosamente da borda do mundo.

It's bad enough being new on the job, but Teppic hasn't a clue as to what a pharaoh is supposed to do. After all, he's been trained at Ankh-Morpork's famed assassins' school, across the sea from the Kingdom of the Sun.First, there's the monumental task of building a suitable resting place for Dad -- a pyramid to end all pyramids. Then there are the myriad administrative duties, such as dealing with mad priests, sacred crocodiles, and marching mummies. And to top it all off, the adolescent pharaoh discovers deceit, betrayal -- not to mention aheadstrong handmaiden -- at the heart of his realm.

On a world supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), a gleeful, explosive, wickedly eccentric expedition sets out.There's an avaricious but inept wizard, a naive tourist whose luggage moves on hundreds of dear little legs, dragons who only exist if you believe in them, and of course THE EDGE of the planet...

In a world supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), a gleeful, explosive, wickedly eccentric expedition sets out. There's an avaricious but inept wizard, a naive tourist whose luggage moves on hundreds of dear little legs, dragons who only exist if you believe in them, and of course THE EDGE of the planet...

According to the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter – the world's only totally reliable guide to the future - the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just after tea...

People have been predicting the end of the world almost from its very beginning, so it’s only natural to be sceptical when a new date is set for Judgement Day. This time though, the armies of Good and Evil really do appear to be massing. The four Bikers of the Apocalypse are hitting the road. But both the angels and demons – well, one fast-living demon and a somewhat fussy angel – would quite like the Rapture not to happen.

And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist…

The Unadulterated Cat is becoming an endangered species as more and more of us settle for those boring mass-produced cats the ad-men sell us - the pussies that purr into their gold-plated food bowls on the telly. But the Campaign for Real Cats sets out to change all that by helping us to recognise a true, unadulterated cat when we see one.

For example: real cats have ears that look like they've been trimmed with pinking shears; real cats never wear flea collars . . . or appear on Christmas cards . . . or chase anything with a bell in it; real cats do eat quiche. And giblets. And butter. And anything else left on the table, if they think they can get away with it. Real cats can hear a fridge door opening two rooms away . . .

从宇宙之中往下看，你会发现一个像碟子一样的世界，我们一般称它为“碟形世界”。
1983年，特里·普拉切特爵士创造了这个世界。后来的人们相信，在碟形世界里，一切怪事，皆有可能；看过《碟形世界》的人也证实，所有的《碟形世界》都是杰作。
而一切杰作的开端，要从一个戴着红帽子的巫师说起。我们可以这样概括他的一生：他的魔法值约等于零，但他拯救了世界。
2011年，英国皇家邮政为“八大巫师”发行了一套邮票，零魔法巫师与《哈利·波特》的邓布利多、《亚瑟王传奇》的梅林一同入选，至于这是为什么，我们也不知道。但我已经告诉过你，在碟形世界里，一切怪事，皆有可能⋯⋯

ITS THE NIGHT BEFORE HOGSWATCH.AND IT'S TOO QUIET.
Where is the big jolly fat man?Why is Death creeping down chimneys and trying to say Ho Ho Ho?The darkest night of the year is getting a lot darker...
Susan the gothic governess has got to sort it out by morning, otherwise there won't be a morning.Ever again...
The 20th Discworld novel is a festive feast of darkness and Death (but with jolly robins and tinsel too).
As they say:You'd better watch out...

Segundo as Belas e Precisas Profecias de Agnes Nutter, o mundo vai acabar num sábado. No próximo sábado, e ainda por cima antes do jantar! O que é um grande problema para os anjos Aziraphale, emissário do Céu, e seu colega Crowley, que na época de Adão ocupava o posto de Serpente do Paraíso. Eles precisam impedir o Apocalipse, porque a Terra é um ótimo lugar para se viver, pelo menos na opinião deles...

Portanto, eles não têm outra alternativa senão encontrar e matar o Anticristo, a mais poderosa criatura do planeta. O problema é que o Anticristo tem onze anos e, ao contrário de tudo o que você já possa ter visto em algum filme, é um garoto que adora seu cachorro, se preocupa com o meio ambiente e é o filho que qualquer pai gostaria de ter. Além, claro, de ser indestrutível...

Em Belas Maldições, Terry Pratchett e Neil Gaiman se uniram para criar uma engraçadíssima sátira a filmes como "A Profecia" e "O Bebê de Rosemary", num caldeirão que mistura personagens tão improváveis de se encontrar quanto tibetanos, alienígenas e os Quatro Motoqueiros do Apocalipse. Afinal, o que se poderia esperar nos anos noventa?

When her dear old Granddad -- the Grim Reaper himself -- goes missing, Susan takes over the family business. The progeny of Death's adopted daughter and his apprentice, she shows real talent for the trade. That is until a little string in her heart goes "twang." With a head full of dreams and a pocketful of lint, Imp the Bard lands in Ankh-Morpork, yearning to become a rock star. Determined to devote his life to music, the unlucky fellow soon finds that all his dreams are coming true. Well almost. In this finger-snapping, toe-tapping tale of youth, Death, and rocks that roll, Terry Pratchett once again demonstrates the wit and genius that have propelled him to the highest echelons of parody next to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen.

Death comes to us all. When he came to Mort, he offered him a job.

Death is the Grim Reaper of the Discworld, a black-robed skeleton with a scythe who ushers souls into the next world. He is also fond of cats and endlessly baffled by humanity. Soon Death is yearning to experience what humanity really has to offer, but to do that, he'll need to hire some help.

It's an offer Mort can't refuse. As Death's apprentice he'll have free board, use of the company horse—and being dead isn't compulsory. It's a dream job—until Mort falls in love with Death's daughter, Ysabell, and discovers that your boss can be a killer on your love life…

The last thing the wizard Drum Billet did, before Death laid a bony hand on his shoulder, was to pass on his staff of power to the eighth son of an eighth son. Unfortunately for his colleagues in the chauvinistic (not to say misogynistic) world of magic, he failed to check on the newborn baby's sex...