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Книги Pratchett Terry
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Die Revisoren der Realität wollen mit einer gläsernen Uhr die Zeit für immer anhalten, um eine endgültige Ordnung herzustellen. Da also den Bewohnern der Scheibenwelt ihr letztes Stündlein zu schlagen droht, entsenden die Geschichtsmönche den 900-jährigen Lu-Tze und seinen Gehilfen Lobsang zur Rettung des Universums nach Ankh-Morpork. Doch als sie eintreffen, wird die Uhr mittels eines Blitzschlags aktiviert. Das Leben erstarrt. Zum Glück können die beiden auf einen Vorrat an gespeicherter Zeit zurückgreifen. Sie sind entschlossen, das Rad der Geschichte zurückzudrehen... |
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Tiffany Aching put one foot wrong, made one little mistake... And now the spirit of winter is in love with her. He gives her roses and icebergs, says it with avalanches and showers her with snowflakes — which is tough when you're 13, but also just a little bit... cool. And just because the Wintersmith wants to marry you is no excuse for neglecting your chores. So Tiffany must look after Miss Treason, who's 113 and has far too many eyes, learn the secret of Boffo, catch Horace the cheese, stop the gods from seeing her in the bath — 'Crivens!' Oh, yes, and be helped by the Nac Mac Feegles — whether she wants it or not. But if Tiffany doesn't work it all out, there will never be another springtime. |
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Koom Valley? That was where the trolls ambushed the dwarfs, or the dwarfs ambushed the trolls. It was far away. It was a long time ago. But if he doesn't solve the murder of just one dwarf, Commander Sam Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to see it fought again, right outside his office. With his beloved Watch crumbling around him and war-drums sounding, he must unravel every clue, outwit every assassin and brave any darkness to find the solution. And darkness is following him. Oh... and at six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, he must go home to read 'Where's My Cow?', with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. There are some things you have to do. |
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Nanny Ogg, one of Discworld's most famous witches, here passes on some of her huge collection of tasty and interesting recipes, since everyone else is doing it. In addition to such dishes as Nobby's Mum's Distressed Pudding, Mrs Ogg imparts her thoughts on such matters as life, death and courtship. A Discworld spin-off. |
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By the author of The Streets of Ankh-Morpork and The Discworld Companion. This pack contains a detailed map, in colour, of the Discworld, plus a booklet with lots of wacky facts and figures. |
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The new Discworld novel from the master features the popular Sam Vimes, Commander of the City Watch. According to the writer of the best-selling crime novel ever to have been published in the city of Ankh-Morpork, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse. And Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on holiday in the pleasant and innocent countryside, but not for him a mere body in the wardrobe. There are many, many bodies and an ancient crime more terrible than murder. He is out of his jurisdiction, out of his depth, out of bacon sandwiches, and occasionally snookered and out of his mind, but never out of guile. Where there is a crime there must be a finding, there must be a chase and there must be a punishment. They say that in the end all sins are forgiven. But not quite all. |
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2015: Madison, Wisconsin. Junior cop Sally Jansson is called out to the house of Willis Lynsey, a reclusive scientist, for an animal-cruelty complaint: the man was seen forcing a horse in through the door of his home. Inside there is no horse. But Sally finds a kind of home-made utility belt. She straps this on — and 'steps' sideways into an America covered with virgin forest. Willis came here with equipment and animals, meaning to explore and colonise. And when Sally gets back, she finds Willis has put the secret of the belt on the internet. The great migration has begun... The Long Earth: our Earth is but one of a chain of parallel worlds, lying side by side in a higher space of possibilities, each differing from its neighbours by a little (or a lot): an infinite landscape of infinite possibilities. And the further away you travel, the stranger the worlds get. The sun and moon always shine, the basic laws of physics are the same. However, the chance events which have shaped our particular version of Earth, such as the dinosaur-killer asteroid impact, might not have happened and things may well have turned out rather differently. But only our Earth hosts mankind... |
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There's a saying that all roads lead to Ankh-Morpork. And it's wrong. All roads lead away from Ankh-Morpork, but sometimes people just walk along the wrong way.' Ankh-Morpork! City of One Thousand Surprises (according to the famous publication by the Guild of Merchants). All human life is here! Although, if it walks down the wrong alley, often quite briefly! This is the city celebrated in Terry Pratchett's bestselling Discworld series as you've never seen it before. This is a stunning map and comprehensive street directory covering each and every district from Unseen University to the Shades, major landmarks like the Patrician's Palace to little-known, er, nooks like Dwarf Bread Museum in Whirligig Alley. See the notorious establishments and famous streets along which so many heroes have walked, in some cases quite hurriedly. As leading Ankh-Morpork entrepreneur CMOT Dibbler would say, A nip at any price — and that's cutting our own throat. Well, close. |
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A man with no eyes. No eyes at all. Two tunnels in his head... It's not easy being a witch, and it's certainly not all whizzing about on broomsticks, but Tiffany Aching — teen witch — is doing her best. Until something evil wakes up, something that stirs up all the old stories about nasty old witches, so that just wearing a pointy hat suddenly seems a very bad idea. Worse still, this evil ghost from the past is hunting down one witch in particular. He's hunting for Tiffany. And he's found her... A fabulous Discworld title filled with witches and magic and told in the inimitable Terry Pratchett style, I Shall Wear Midnight is the fourth Discworld title to feature Tiffany and her tiny, fightin', boozin' pictsie friends, the Nac Mac Feegle (aka The Wee Free Men). |
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Terry Pratchett's profoundly irreverent, bestselling novels have garnered him a revered position in the halls of parody next to the likes of Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen. In The Light Fantastic, only one individual can save the world from a disastrous collision. Unfortunately, the hero happens to be the singularly inept wizard Rincewind, who was last seen falling off the edge of the world. |
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Jour de fête au pays de Lancre: Vérence (ex-membre de la Guilde des Fous) et Magrat (ex-sorcière), le couple royal, vont baptiser leur petite fille. Vérence a invité bon nombre de familles nobles du coin mais il a commis une erreur de taille en conviant les Margopyr, vieille famille de vampyres du royaume voisin. Lassés de leur vieux château, ces vampyres amateurs de vin rouge ont bien l'intention de s'installer à demeure à Lancre. Les sorcières Mémé, Nounou et Agnès sont décidées à leur faire la peau. Mais comment combattre des vampyres qui mangent des petits fours à l'ail et se baignent dans l'eau bénite? |
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Dans une dimension lointaine et passablement farfelue, un monde en forme de disque est juché sur le dos de quatre éléphants, eux-mêmes posés sur le dos d'une tortue. A Ankh-Morpork, l'une des villes de ce Disque-Monde, les habitants croyaient avoir tout vu. Et Deuxfleurs avait l'air tellement inoffensif, bonhomme chétif fidèlement escorté par un Bagage de bois magique circulant sur une myriade de petites jambes. Tellement inoffensif que le Praticien a chargé le calamiteux sorcier Rincevent de sa sécurité dans la cité quadrillée par la guilde des voleurs et celle des assassins; mission périlleuse et qui va les conduire loin: dans une caverne de dragons et peut-être jusqu'aux rebords du disque. Car Deuxfleurs appartient à l'espèce la plus redoutable qui soit: c'est un touriste... |
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Octogénaire, borgne, chauve et édenté, Cohen le Barbare, le plus grand héros de tous les temps, réussira-t-il à tirer Deuxfleurs et Rincevent des griffes de leurs poursuivants? Question capitale, car le tissu même du temps et de l'espace est sur le point de passer dans l'essoreuse. Une étoile rouge menace de percuter le Disque-Monde et la survie de celui-ci est entre les mains du sorcier calamiteux: dans son esprit (très) brumeux se tapit en effet le... huitième sortilège! La suite de l'épopée la plus démente de la fantasy, avec, dans les seconds rôles, une distribution prestigieuse: le Bagage, l'In-Octavo, Herrena la harpie, Kwartz le troll, Trymon l'enchanteur maléfique et, naturellement, La Mort... |
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Teppicymon XCXVII est mort et il a un peu de mal à se faire à cette idée. Même s'il respecte le professionnalisme des embaumeurs, voir ces sympathiques artisans plongés jusqu'aux coudes dans vos entrailles a quelque chose qui vous remue les tripes. Son fils va lui succéder et lui aussi a quelque difficulté à s'adapter à la nouvelle situation. Pas facile d'hériter du trône quand on est encore un ado et qu'on vient d'achever ses études à la Guilde des Assassins. Vous voilà soudain responsable du lever du soleil comme de l'abondance des récoltes. Et les ennuis vous guettent: vaches grasses, vaches maigres, sphynx, prêtres fanatiques, crocodiles sacrés et momies vagabondes. Sans compter que la Grande Pyramide a précipité le royaume dans une faille spatiotemporelle. |
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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. |
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In the beginning was the Word And the Word was: Hey, you! For Brutha the novice is the Chosen One. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please. |
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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... |
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