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 . . .
'Sorry?' said Carrot. If it's just a thing, how can
it commit murder? A sword is a thing' - he drew his own sword; it made
an almost silken sound - 'and of course you can't blame a sword if
someone thrust it at you, sir.'
For Commander Vimes, Head of Ankh-Morpork City
Watch, life consists of troubling times, linked together by...well, more
Right now, it's the latter. There's a werewolf with
pre-lunar tension in the city, and a dwarf with attitude and a golem
who's begun to think for itself, but that's just ordinary trouble. The
real problem is more puzzling - people are being murdered, but there's
no trace of anything alive having been at the crime scene.
So Vimes not only has to find out whodunit, but
howdunit too. He's not even sure what they dun. But soon as he knows
what the questions are, he's going to want some answers.