Dans les poils d'un tapis, la tribu des Munrungues vit en paix. Mais Le Grand Découdre vient provoquer un cataclysme et les Munrungues s'engagent dans un périple à la découverte des merveilles de leur monde. La version revue et corrigée d'un récit écrit par l'auteur au cours de son adolescence.
Un monde plat tel qu'on se le représentait au Moyen Age. Qui avait pu inventer une pareille planète ? Pour en avoir le coeur net, Kin Arad n'a qu'une solution : partir à la recherche des maîtres du Disque, direction le centre du monde, un gigantesque dôme de cuivre incrusté dans une île de sable noir.
Né en 1948, terry pratchett a publié sa première nouvelle à l'âge de 15 ans. avec sa délirante série des annales du disque-monde, dont la huitième couleur constitue le premier épisode, il a mis la fantasy sans dessus dessous. ses fans se comptent aujourd'hui par millions dans le monde entier.
Dans le même esprit que Les dragons de Château-Croûlant, 14 nouvelles fantastiquement drôles du maître conteur Terry Pratchett, truffées de batailles à la crème glacée, de pirates, de mages et d'escrocs !
« Croyez-vous à la magie ?
Si la réponse est oui, ces histoires sont pour vous.
Vous y découvrirez, outre une sorcière qui vole sur un aspirateur, des statues ambulantes douées de la parole, une fourmi rebelle - et une tourte géante ! Une de ces histoires a même en germe l'idée qui a donné plus tard naissance à mon roman Les camionneurs.
Écrites à l'époque où j'étais jeune journaliste, ces nouvelles étaient publiées chaque semaine dans mon journal local. Les jeunes lecteurs d'alors ne vous ressemblaient pas par bien des côtés :
Ils n'avaient pas de tablettes numériques ni de consoles de jeux, et le fish and chips était le seul plat à emporter qu'on trouvait en ville. Mais ils étaient exactement comme vous par ailleurs : ils avaient envie de lire des histoires d'autres mondes, de monstres et de personnages bizarres, de voyages extraordinaires et de batailles magiques.
À quiconque doué d'imagination... » Terry Pratchett
Pour retrouver son fre`re disparu dans la tourmente des conflits frontaliers, Margot se de´guise en garc¸on. Se couper les cheveux et porter un pantalon : facile. Pe´ter et roter en public, marcher comme un primate, c¸a demande plus d'entrai^nement. Pour le reste... une paire de chaussettes roule´es fera l'affaire.
Voici de´sormais le deuxie`me classe Barette, enro^le´ dans l'arme´e de la duchesse de Borogravie. Et la guerre fait rage. Car il y a toujours une guerre en chantier.
Margot s'y retrouve plonge´e en compagnie d'une escouade de nouvelles recrues sans formation. Au coeur des rangs ennemis, il leur faudra de´ployer toutes les ressources du re´giment monstrueux.
C'est un homme comble´ que le duc Sam Vimaire, commissaire divisionnaire du Guet d'Ankh-Morpork, heureux pe`re biento^t. He´las ! la poursuite d'un dangereux criminel entrai^ne un accident qui le rame`ne dans son propre passe´, en un temps de tumulte et de violence.
Vivre dans le passe´ n'est pas facile mais y mourir e´tonnamment simple. Il doit pourtant survivre car des ta^ches essentielles l'attendent : mettre le grappin sur un meurtrier, s'instruire lui-me^me, de´butant, pour devenir un bon flic et changer l'issue d'une re´bellion sanglante.
A` l'assaut des paradoxes temporels, un « conte d'une ville » fac¸on Disque-monde, avec sa collection de gavroches, de dames a` l'affection ne´gociable (« L'amour au juste prix ! »), de rebelles, de policiers de la Secre`te et autres enfants de la re´volution.
Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the Discworld. Tourist, Rincewind decided, meant idiot.
Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the Discworld, a parallel time and place which might sound and smell very much like our own, but which looks completely different. It plays by different rules. Certainly it refuses to succumb to the quaint notion that universes are ruled by pure logic and the harmony of numbers.
But just because the Disc is different doesn't mean that some things don't stay the same. Its very existence is about to be threatened by a strange new blight: the arrival of the first tourist, upon whose survival rests the peace and prosperity of the land. But if the person charged with maintaining that survival in the face of robbers, mercenaries and, well, Death is a spectacularly inept wizard, a little logic might turn out to be a very good idea...
Terry Pratchett was the acclaimed creator of the global bestselling Discworld series, the first of which, The Colour of Magic , was published in 1983. In all, he was the author of over fifty bestselling books. His novels have been widely adapted for stage and screen, and he was the winner of multiple prizes, including the Carnegie Medal, as well as being awarded a knighthood for services to literature. He died in March 2015. terrypratchettbooks.com
NAMED AS ONE OF THE BBC''S 100 MOST INSPIRING NOVELS In the beginning there was...a turtle. Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the Discworld , a parallel time and place which might sound and smell very much like our own, but which looks completely different. Particularly as it''s carried though space on the back of a giant turtle. It plays by different rules. But then, some things are the same everywhere. The Disc''s very existence is about to be threatened by a strange new blight: the world''s first tourist, upon whose survival rests the peace and prosperity of the land. Unfortunately, the person charged with maintaining that survival in the face of robbers, mercenaries and, well, Death, is a spectacularly inept wizard... ''His spectacular inventiveness makes the Discworld series one of the perennial joys of modern fiction'' Mail on Sunday The Colour of Magic is the first book in the Wizards series, but you can read the Discworld novels in any order.
Just because you can't explain it, doesn't mean it's a miracle.' In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was: 'Hey, you!' This is the Discworld, after all, and religion is a controversial business. Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods, of every shape and size, and all elbowing for space at the top. In such a competitive environment, shape and size can be pretty crucial to make one's presence felt. So it's certainly not helpful to be reduced to 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: for the Great God Om, Brutha the novice is the Chosen One - or at least the only One available. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please...
Do you believe in magic?
Can you imagine a war between wizards, a rebellious ant called 4179003, or a time-travelling television?
Can you imagine that poor old Mr Swimble could see a mysterious vacuum cleaner in the morning, and make cheese sandwiches and yellow elephants magically appear by the afternoon?
Welcome to the wonderful world of Sir Terry Pratchett, and fourteen fantastically funny tales from the master storyteller. Bursting from these pages are food fights, pirates, bouncing rabbits and magical pigeons.
And a witch riding a vacuum cleaner, of course.
'One of the most consistently funny writers around' Guardian
Death has to happen. That's what bein' alive is all about. You're alive, and then you're dead. It can't just stop happening.' But it can. And it has. Death is missing - presumed...er...gone (and on a little farm far, far away, a tall dark stranger is turning out to be really good with a scythe). Which leads to the kind of chaos you always get when an important public service is withdrawn. If Death doesn't come for you, then what are you supposed to do in the meantime? You can't have the undead wandering about like lost souls. There's no telling what might happen, particularly when they discover that life really is only for the living...
Paul Kidby, l'artiste choisi par sir Terry Pratchett, a illustré Le dernier héros, les couvertures des annales du Disque-monde depuis 2002, et est l'auteur du portfolio de référence : L'Art du Disque-monde.
Si la plume de Terry Pratchett a donné la vie à ses personnages, le pinceau de Paul Kidby leur a permis d'exister. Avec ses dessins au trait en noir et blanc, reprenant ses illustrations les plus populaires ou réalisées spécialement pour cet album - illustrations de personnages aussi emblématiques que Mémé Ciredutemps, Samuel Vimaire, l'archichancelier Ridculle, Rincevent, Tiphaine Patraque et, bien entendu, la Mort - l'album à colorier du Disque-monde est... une lecture ?... indispensable à tout amateur de l'oeuvre de Terry Pratchett.
Lapsus clavis rassemble les meilleurs écrits non fictionnels de Pratchett, à la fois sérieux et surréalistes, allant de réflexions sur les champignons à la condition de l'écrivain (et pourquoi les daiquiris à la banane sont si importants), de souvenirs de grand-mère Pratchett à des spéculations sur la vie amoureuse de Gandalf et à la défense de causes qui lui sont chères.
Avec tout l'humour et toute l'humanité qui ont rendu ses romans si durablement populaires, le présent recueil sort Pratchett de derrière les décors du Disque-monde pour le faire parler de lui-même - homme et jeune garçon, bibliophile et fondu d'informatique, défenseur des chapeaux, des orangs-outans et de la mort dans la dignité.
@2@There was an eighth son of an eighth son. He was, quite naturally, a wizard. And there it should have ended.@3@@2@However (for reasons we'd better not go into), he had seven sons. And then he had an eighth son... a wizard squared... a source of magic... a Sourcerer.@3@@2@Sourcery sees the return of Rincewind and the Luggage as the Discworld faces its greatest - and funniest - challenge yet.@3@
Funny, wise and mock heroic . . . The funniest and best crafted book I have read all year' Sunday Express The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . .
__________________ 'What's so hard about pulling a sword out of a stone? The real work's already been done. You ought to make yourself useful and find the man who put the sword in the stone in the first place.' The City Watch needs MEN! But what it's got includes Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance-constable Detritus (a troll), Lance-constable Angua (a woman... most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving).
And they need all the help they can get, because someone in Ankh-Morpork has been getting dangerous ideas - about crowns and legendary swords, and destiny.
And the problem with destiny is, of course, that she is not always careful where she points her finger. One minute you might be minding your own business on a normal if not spectacular career path, the next you might be in the frame for the big job, like saving the world . . .
__________________ The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Men At Arms is the second book in the City Watch series.
A beautiful new hardback edition of the classic Discworld novel.
Moist von Lipwig is a con artist and a fraud and a man faced with a life choice: be hanged, or put Ankh-Morpork's ailing postal service back on its feet.
It was a tough decision.
But he's got to see that the mail gets though, come rain, hail, sleet, dogs, the Post Office Workers Friendly and Benevolent Society, the evil chairman of the Grand Trunk Semaphore Company, and a midnight killer.
Getting a date with Adora Bell Dearheart would be nice, too.
THE FINAL DISCWORLD NOVEL A shivering of worlds . . . Deep in the Chalk, something is stirring. The owls and the foxes can sense it, and Tiffany Aching feels it in her boots. An old enemy is gathering strength. This is a time of endings and beginnings, old friends and new, a blurring of edges and a shifting of power. Now Tiffany stands between the light and the dark, the good and the bad. As the fairy horde prepares for invasion, Tiffany must summon all the witches to stand with her. To protect the land. Her land. There will be a reckoning . . .
''Cracking dialogue, compelling illogic and unchained whimsy'' Sunday Times The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . . 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 carrying a scythe who must collect a minimum number of souls in order to keep the momentum of dying, well . . . alive. 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 Discworld novels can be read in any order but Mort is the first book in the Death series.
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 8th Discworld novel - and after this, dragons will never be the same again!
Completed by the authors some 18 months before Terry Pratchett's untimely death, THE LONG COSMOS is the grand climax of the LONG EARTH series. Terry had always wanted to explore the question whats it all for? - and in this awesome fifth and final novel in the sequence, we find an answer.
In the beginning, there was nothing but endless flatness. Then came the Carpet... That's the old story everyone knows and loves. But now the Carpet is home to many different tribes and peoples and there's a new story in the making.
The story of Fray, sweeping a trail of destruction across the Carpet. The story of power-hungry mouls - and of two Munrung brothers, who set out on an amazing adventure. It's a story that will come to a terrible end - if someone doesn't do something about it. If everyone doesn't do something about it...
Co-written by Terry Pratchett, aged seventeen, and master storyteller, Terry Pratchett, aged forty-three.
''Cracking dialogue, compelling illogic and unchained whimsy . . .'' Sunday Times The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . . What sort of person sits down and writes a maniacal laugh? And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head. Opera can do that to a man . . . It can also bring Death. And plenty of it. In unpleasant variations. This isn''t real life - it''s worse. This is the Opera House, Ankh-Morpork . . . a huge, rambling building where innocent young sopranos are being targeted by a strangely familiar evil mastermind in a mask and evening dress and with a penchant for lurking in shadows and occasional murder. But Granny Weatherwax , Discworld''s most formidable witch, is in the audience. And she doesn''t hold with that sort of thing . There''s going to be trouble (but nevertheless a good evenin''s entertainment with murders you can really hum to) and the show MUST go on. ____________________ The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Maskerade is the fifth book in the Witches series.
Neighbours... hah. People'd live for ages side by side, nodding at one another amicably on their way to work, and then some trivial thing would happen and someone would be having a garden fork removed from their ear.' And when the neighbours in question are the proud empires of Klatch and Ankh-Morpork, those are going to be some pretty large garden tools indeed. Of course, no-one would dream of starting a war without a perfectly good reason...such as a 'strategic' piece of old rock in the middle of nowhere. It is after all every citizen's right to bear arms to defend what they consider to be their own. Even if it isn't. And even if they don't have much in the way of actual weaponry. As two armies march, Commander Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch faces unpleasant foes who are out to get him... and that's just the people on his side. The enemy might be even worse.
Discworld goes to war, with armies of sardines, warriors, fishermen, squid and at least one very camp follower.