'They say that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it is not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.'
Everybody knows there's no such thing as a female wizard. So when the wizard Drum Billet accidentally passes on his staff of power to an eighth daughter of an eighth son, a girl called Eskarina (Esk, for short), the misogynistic world of wizardry wants nothing to do with her.
Thankfully Granny Weatherwax, the Discworld's most famous witch, has plenty of experience ignoring the status quo. With Granny's help, Esk sneaks her way into the magical Unseen...
'They say that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it is not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.'
'You should do things because they're right. Not because gods say so. They might say something different another time.'
Religion is a competitive business in the Discworld. Everyone has their own opinion and their own gods, of every shape and size - all fighting for faith, followers, and a place at the top.
So when the great god Om accidentally manifests himself as a lowly tortoise, stripped of all divine power, it's clear he's become less important than he realised.
In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast. Enter Brutha, the Chosen One -...
'You should do things because they're right. Not because gods say so. They might say something different another time.'
'There's a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness . . .'
The Opera House in Ankh-Morpork is home to music, theatrics and a harmless masked Ghost who lurks behind the scenes. But now a set of mysterious backstage murders may just stop the show.
Agnes Nitt has left her rural home of Lancre in the hopes of launching a successful singing career in the big city. The only problem is, she doesn't quite look the part. And there are two witches who would much rather she return home to join their...
'There's a kind of magic in masks. Masks conceal one face, but they reveal another. The one that only comes out in darkness . . .'