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&ndash; Titta på barnen Kråkan. De DÖK!<br/>&ndash; Jag blev blöt, jag blev blöt, jag blev blöt. B. L. Ö. T.<br/>&ndash; Men det är ju det som är meningen när man badar Kråkan. MU vad<br/>kul det ser ut! Det vill jag lära mig.<br/>&ndash; Du tänker väl inte dyka i!<br/>&ndash; Jovisst. ETT... TVÅ...<br/>&ndash; Vilken konstig ko! Hoppas bryggan håller...<br/>&ndash; ... TRE... ... ...TJOHO!<br/><br/>Innehåller följande berättelser:<br/>Mamma Mu lär sig dyka; Flygfisken; Visselpipan; Kråkan samlar sten; Rutschbanan; Mamma Mu springer

It's the Discworld's last continent and it's going to die in a few days, except...Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Sheep shearer, beer drinker, bush ranger, and someone who'll even eat a Meat Pie Floater when he's sober. A man in a hat whose luggage follows him on little legs. Yes, it's Rincewind, the inept wizard who can't even spell wizard. He's the only hero left. Still...no worries, eh?

Mightily Oats has not picked a good time to be priest. He thought he'd come to Lancre for a simple ceremony. Now he's caught up in a war between vampires and witches. There's Young Agnes, who is really in two minds about everything - Magrat, who is trying to combine witchcraft and nappies, Nanny Ogg...and Granny Weatherwax, who is big trouble. And the vampires are intelligent. They've got style and fancy waistcoats. They're out of the casket and want a bite of the future. Mightily Oats knows he has a prayer, but he wishes he had an axe. "Carpe Jugulum" is Terry Pratchett's twenty-third "Discworld" novel - but the first to star vampires.

Other children get given xylophones. Susan just had to ask her grandfather to take his vest off. Yes. There's a Death in the family. It's hard to grow up normally when Grandfather rides a white horse and wields a scythe - especially when you have to take over the family business, and everyone mistakes you for the Tooth Fairy. And especially when you have to face the new and addictive music that has entered Discworld. It's lawless. It changes people. It's called Music With Rocks In. It's got a beat and you can dance to it, but...It's alive. And it won't fade away.

This is where the dragons went. They lie...not dead, not asleep, but...dormant. And although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly. And presumably, somewhere, there's a key..."Guards! Guards!" is the eighth "Discworld" novel - and after this, dragons will never be the same again!

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...