In the beginning there wasa turtle Somewhere on the frontier between thought & reality exists the Discworld a parallel time & place which might sound & 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 (sex unknown) 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 & prosperity of the land Unfortunately the person charged with maintaining that survival in the face of robbers mercenaries & well Death is a spectacularly inept wizard