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Description
The Colour Of Magic: (Discworld Novel 1)
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
its carried
though space on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown). It plays by different rules.
The Light Fantastic: (Discworld Novel 2)
As it moves towards a seemingly inevitable collision with a malevolent red star; the Discworld could do with a hero. What it
doesnt need is a singularly inept and cowardly wizard; still recovering from the trauma of falling off the edge of the world; or a well-meaning tourist and his luggage which has a mind (and legs) of its own. Which is a shame because that's all there is...
Equal Rites: (Discworld Novel 3)
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 that the baby in question was a son.
Mort: (Discworld Novel 4)
Henceforth; Death is no longer going to be the end; merely the means to an end. Its 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 he discovers that it can be a killer on his love life...
Sourcery: (Discworld Novel 5)
There was an eighth son of an eighth son. He was; quite naturally; a wizard. And there it should have ended. 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.
