Venugopalan Ittekot Knihy

Suddenly, condemned arch-swindler Moist von Lipwig found himself with a noose around his neck and dropping through a trapdoor into ... a government job? By all rights, Moist should be meeting his maker rather than being offered a position as Postmaster by Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork. Getting the moribund Postal Service up and running again, however, may prove an impossible task, what with literally mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook and cranny of the broken-down post office. Worse still, Moist could swear the mail is talking to him. Worst of all, it means taking on the gargantuan, greedy Grand Trunk clacks communication monopoly and its bloodthirsty piratical headman. But if the bold and undoable are what's called for, Moist's the man for the job -- to move the mail, continue breathing, get the girl, and specially deliver that invaluable commodity that every being, human or otherwise, requires: hope.

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.

Z plochozemského mora sa vynoril veterník a odrazu je jasné, odkiaľ vietor fúka. Na hladinu sa vyplavila nová pevnina a s ňou aj staré spory. Proti sebe pochodujú dve armády a hlavný veliteľ Samuel Mrak z ankh-morporskej mestskej stráže má len pár hodín na to, aby vyriešil taký veľký zločin,že naň ani neexistuje zákon. Ten zločin sa volá „vojna“.Mrak si musí poradiť so zákernými darebákmi, ktorí mu idú po krku... a to hovoríme len o jeho spojencoch! Nepriateľ by mohol byť ešte horší. A asi nebude náhoda, že vreckový dezorganizér Mrakovi do dnešného zoznamu povinností pohotovo zaradil slovíčko „zomrieť“. To si však Mrak rozhodne nemôže dovoliť. Na bojisko sa totiž hrnie najgeniálnejší vynálezca i najprefíkanejší politik všetkých čias s malou zásielkou, ktorá isto-iste nastolí mier...

Susan had never hung up a stocking . She'd never put a tooth under her pillow in the serious expectation that a dentally inclined fairy would turn up. It wasn't that her parents didn't believe in such things. They didn't need to believe in them. They know they existed. They just wished they didn't. There are those who believe and those who don't. Through the ages, superstition has had its uses. Nowhere more so than in the Discworld where it's helped to maintain the status quo. Anything that undermines superstition has to be viewed with some caution. There may be consequences, particularly on the last night of the year when the time is turning. When those consequences turn out to be the end of the world, you need to be prepared. You might even want more standing between you and oblivion than a mere slip of a girl - even if she has looked Death in the face on numerous occasions...

Kľuky obrázkových skriniek sa krútia, maličkí démoni maľujú ako o život a alchymisti sa radujú, pretože objavili mágiu, aká sa na Plochozemi dosiaľ nevyskytla – mágiu strieborného plátna. Ale moment! Naozaj sa tu tá mágia ešte nikdy neobjavila? Viktor Tugelbend, takmer čarodejník, ktorý sa z nedostatku iných príležitostí stal hviezdou novorodeného zábavného priemyslu, počuje tajomné volenie. Ešte tajomnejšie hlasy doháňajú Thedu „Ginger“ Vifinovú, jeho hereckú partnerku bujných proporcií, k nočným výletom a vyhrabávaniu cthinematografickej histórie. Holytrúd sníva svoje sny a o mágii strieborného plátna vie svoje... Ibaže na jej hrozivé dôsledky už zabudol. Ak mu ich rýchlo niekto nepripomenie, realita tentoraz padne pod náporom nereality a neúprosného biznisu holytrúdskeho...