Terry Pratchett

  • Tout ce que vous avez toujours voulu savoir sur les usages et la cuisine du Disque-Monde, par la plus célèbre, et la plus raffinée bien sûr, de ses sorcières.
    Nounou Ogg, l'une des plus célèbres sorcières du Disque-monde, publie une sélection de sa vaste collection de recettes parmi les plus savoureuses et surtout les plus
    intéressantes, puisque tout le monde le fait. Mais au-delà des délices de la
    Branlante aux fraises ou du
    Poudingue de l'araignée de la maman de Chicard, Madame Ogg offre à partager ses pensées sur la vie, la mort, les convenances (" Si vous allez aux obsèques des autres, alors ils feront en sorte de venir aux vôtres, ") la séduction, les enfants et les épousailles, ce dans un style raffiné qui ne pourrait offenser même la plus délicate des âmes. Ou pas trop.

  • Kin Arad faisait autorité en matière de design planétaire et elle en avait vu des vertes et des pas mûres au cours de sa carrière de créatrice de mondes pour la Compagnie. Elle avait vu de tout dans les strates géologiques : des bottes en caoutchouc écrasant des ammonites fossiles, des dinosaures portant des bracelets-montres ou brandissant des pancartes "À bas le nucléaire". Elle en avait vraiment vu, des choses bizarres...
    Mais ça, ça battait tout.
    Aucun doute, c'était bien un monde... plat ! Entouré d'une sphère translucide sur laquelle étaient fixées des étoiles. Bref, la Terre telle qu'on se la représentait au Moyen Âge avec son cortège de dragons, de démons et de Vikings. Un monde où, si l'on s'approchait trop du bord, on risquait de tomber dans le vide...
    Mais qui avait pu inventer une pareille planète ?
    Pour en avoir le coeur net, Kin n'a qu'une seule solution : partir à la recherche des Maîtres du Disque, direction le centre du monde, un gigantesque dôme de cuivre incrusté dans une île de sable noir...

  • L'affaire se passe sur la planète Widdershins. Dom Sabalos est l'héritier de toute une planète, de la première Banque de Sirius et de la fortune colossale qui va avec. Il doit aussi devenir le président du Conseil planétaire. L'ennui, c'est que quelqu'un cherche à le tuer. C'est bien dommage, parce qu'il s'intéresse à des tas de choses dans la vie, Dom. Il aime dompter des siroccoques qui feulent au crépuscule dans le lagon. Et puis il aimerait élucider l'énigme des Jokers qui ont semé des artefacts étranges dans tous l'univers. Comme la Tour qui se dresse dans la mer et se perd dans la couverture nuageuse de Widdershins. Ou de gigantesques Chaînes d'Étoiles...
    Quelqu'un n'a pas envie qu'il découvre le Monde des Jokers. Mais qui ? Un adepte du Calcul des Probabilités, sans doute. Ce même Calcul des Probabilités qui l'annonce avec une probabilité de plusieurs millions contre une : Dom mourra assassiné le jour de son premier anniversaire, c'est-à-dire demain. Dommage, dommage...

  • Anglais Wyrd Sisters

    Terry Pratchett

    Things like crowns had a troublesome effect on clever folks; it was best to leave all the reigning to the kind of people whose eyebrows met in the middle.
    Three witches gathered on a lonely heath. A king cruelly murdered, his throne usurped by his ambitious cousin. A child heir and the crown of the kingdom, both missing...Witches don't have these kind of dynastic problems themselves - in fact, they don't have leaders. Granny Weatherwax was the most highly-regarded of the leaders they didn't have. But even she found that meddling in royal politics was a lot more complicated than certain playwrights would have you believe, particularly when the blood on your hands just won't wash off and you're facing a future with knives in it...

  • Anglais Small Gods

    Terry Pratchett

    'Just because you can't explain it, doesn't mean it's a miracle.'
    In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was: 'Hey, you!' This is the Discworld, after all, and religion is a controversial business. Everyone has their own opinion, and indeed their own gods, of every shape and size, and all elbowing for space at the top. In such a competitive environment, shape and size can be pretty crucial to make one's presence felt. So it's certainly not helpful to be reduced to appearing in the form of a tortoise, a manifestation far below god-like status in anyone's book.In such instances, you need an acolyte, and fast: for the Great God Om, Brutha the novice is the Chosen One - or at least the only One available. He wants peace and justice and brotherly love. He also wants the Inquisition to stop torturing him now, please...

  • Anglais Lords And Ladies

    Terry Pratchett

    The fairies are back - but this time they don't just want your teeth...
    It's Midsummer Night - no time for dreaming. Because sometimes, when there's more than one reality at play, too much dreaming can make the walls between them come tumbling down. Unfortunately there's usually a damned good reason for there being walls between them in the first place - to keep things out. Things who want to make mischief and play havoc with the natural order.Granny Weatherwax and her tiny coven are up against real elves. And even in a world of dwarfs, wizards, trolls, Morris dancers and the odd orang-utan, this is going to cause real trouble. With lots of hey-nonny-nonny and blood all over the place.

  • Anglais Men At Arms

    Terry Pratchett

    'What's so hard about pulling a sword out of a stone? The real work's already been done. You ought to make yourself useful and find the man who put the sword in the stone in the first place.' The City Watch needs MEN! But what it's got includes Corporal Carrot (technically a dwarf), Lance-constable Cuddy (really a dwarf), Lance-constable Detritus (a troll), Lance-constable Angua (a woman... most of the time) and Corporal Nobbs (disqualified from the human race for shoving).And they need all the help they can get, because someone in Ankh-Morpork has been getting dangerous ideas - about crowns and legendary swords, and destiny. And the problem with destiny is, of course, that she is not always careful where she points her finger. One minute you might be minding your own business on a normal if not spectacular career path, the next you might be in the frame for the big job, like saving the world...

  • 'A foot on the neck is nine points of the law' There are many who say that the art of diplomacy is an intricate and complex dance. There are others who maintain that it's merely a matter of who carries the biggest stick. The oldest and most inscrutable (not to mention heavily fortified) empire on the Discworld is in turmoil, brought about by the revolutionary treatise What I did on My Holidays. Workers are uniting, with nothing to lose but their water buffaloes; warlords are struggling for power - and what the nation wants, to avoid terrible doom for everyone, is a wizard. Rincewind is not the Disc's premier wizard - in fact, he can't even spell 'wizard' - but no-one specified whether competence was an issue. And they do have a very big stick...
    Mighty Battles! Revolution! Death! War! (And his sons Terror and Panic and daughter Clancy).

  • Anglais Hogfather

    Terry Pratchett

    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. It's the night before Hogswatch. And it's too quiet. Where is the big jolly fat man? There are those who believe and those who don't, but either way it's not right to find Death creeping down chimneys and trying to say Ho Ho Ho. Superstition makes things work in Discworld, and undermining it can have Consequences, particularly on the last night of the year when the time is turning. Susan the gothic governess has got to sort everything out by morning, otherwise there won't be a morning. Ever again... The 20th Discworld novel is a festive feast of darkness and Death (but with jolly robins and tinsel too). As they say: 'You'd better watch out...'

  • 'Trousers. That's the secret...Put on trousers and the world changes. We walk different. We act different. I see these girls and I think: idiots! Get yourself some trousers!'
    Women belong in the kitchen - everyone knows that. Not in jobs, pubs or indeed trousers, and certainly not on the front line. Polly Perks has to become a boy in a hurry if she wants to find her brother in the army. Cutting off her hair and wearing the trousers is easy. Learning to fart and belch in public and walk like an ape takes more time. And there's a war on. There's always a war on. Polly and her fellow raw recruits are suddenly in the thick of it. All they have on their side is the most artful sergeant in the army and a vampire with a lust for coffee. Well . . . they have the Secret. And it's time to make a stand.


  • 'What shall we do?' said Twoflower.
    'Panic?' said Rincewind hopefully. He always held that panic was the best means of survival.
    As it moves towards a seemingly inevitable collision with a malevolent red star, the Discworld could do with a hero. What it doesn't 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...

  • Anglais Sourcery

    Terry Pratchett

    All this books and stuff, that isn't what it should all be about. What we need is real wizardry.
    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.
    Unseen University has finally got what it wished for: the most powerful wizard on the disc. Which, unfortunately, could mean that the death of all wizardry is at hand. And that the world is going to end, depending on whom you listen to. Unless of course one inept wizard can take the University's most precious artefact, the very embodiment of magic itself, and deliver it halfway across the disc to safety...

  • Anglais Strata

    Terry Pratchett

    THE COMPANY BUILDS PLANETS.Kin Arad is a high-ranking official of the Company. After twenty-one decades of living, and with the help of memory surgery, she is at the top of her profession. Discovering two of her employees have placed a fossilized plesiosaur in the wrong stratum, not to mention the fact it is holding a placard which reads, 'End Nuclear Testing Now', doesn't dismay the woman who built a mountain range in the shape of her initials during her own high-spirited youth.But then came discovery of something which did intrigue Kin Arad. A flat earth was something new...

  • Football has come to the ancient city of Ankh-Morpork. And now, the wizards of Unseen University must win a football match, without using magic, so they're in the mood for trying everything else. This is not going to be a gentleman's game. The prospect of the Big Match draws in a street urchin with a wonderful talent for kicking a tin can, a maker of jolly good pies, a dim but beautiful young woman, who might just turn out to be the greatest fashion model there has ever been, and the mysterious Mr Nutt (and no one knows anything much about Mr Nutt, not even Mr Nutt). As the match approaches, four lives are entangled and changed for ever. Because the thing about football - the important thing about football - is that it is not just about football. Here we go! Here we go! Here we go!

  • Anglais Pyramids

    Terry Pratchett

    'Look after the dead', said the priests, 'and the dead will look after you.'
    Wise words in all probability, but a tall order when, like Teppic, you have just become the pharaoh of a small and penniless country rather earlier than expected, and your treasury is unlikely to stretch to the building of a monumental pyramid to honour your dead father. He'd had the best education money could buy of course, but unfortunately the syllabus at the Assassin's Guild in Ankh-Morpork did not cover running a kingdom and basic financial acumen...

  • 'Holy Wood is a different sort of place. People act differently here. Everywhere else the most important things are gods or money or cattle. Here, the most important thing is to be important.'
    Alchemists have always thought that they can change reality, shape it to their own purpose. Imagine then the damage that could be wrought on the Discworld if they get their hands on the ultimate alchemy: the invention of motion pictures, the greatest making of illusions. It may be a triumph of universe-shaking proportions. It's either that or they're about to unlock the dark secret of the Holy Wood hills - by mistake...

  • This is a story about sex and drugs and Music With Rocks In.
    Well...
    ...one out of three ain't bad.
    Being sixteen is always difficult, even more so when there's a Death in the family. After all, it's hard to grow up normally when Grandfather rides a white horse and wields a scythe. Especially if he decides to take a well-earned moment to uncover the meaning of life and discover himself in the process, so that you have to take over the family business, and everyone mistakes you for the Tooth Fairy.And especially when you have to face the new and addictive music that has entered Discworld. It's lawless. It changes people. It's got a beat and you can dance to it. It's called Music With Rocks In.And it won't fade away.

  • 'I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought. Now everwhere I go there's...' Death, to be precise. And plenty of it. In unpleasant variations. This isn't real life - it's worse. This is the Opera House, Ankh-Morpork...a huge, rambling building, where innocent young sopranos are lured to their destiny by a strangely-familiar evil mastermind in a mask and evening dress, with a penchant for lurking in shadows, occasional murder, and sending little notes full of maniacal laughter and exclamation marks. Opera can do that to a man. But Granny Weatherwax, Discworld's most famous witch, is in the audience. And she doesn't hold with that sort of thing. So there's going to be trouble (but nevertheless a good evenin's entertainment with murders you can really hum...). And the show MUST go on.

  • Anglais The Wee Free Men

    Terry Pratchett

    A nightmarish danger threatens from the other side of reality . . .Armed with only a frying pan and her common sense, young witch-to-be Tiffany Aching must defend her home against the monsters of Fairyland. Luckily she has some very unusual help: the local Nac Mac Feegle - aka the Wee Free Men - a clan of fierce, sheep-stealing, sword-wielding, six-inch-high blue men.Together they must face headless horsemen, ferocious grimhounds, terrifying dreams come true, and ultimately the sinister Queen of the Elves herself . . .THE FIRST BOOK IN THE TIFFANY ACHING SEQUENCE

  • Anglais Nation

    Terry Pratchett

    On the day the world ends . . .
    . . . Mau is on his way home from the Boys' Island. Soon he will be a man. And then the wave comes - a huge wave, dragging black night behind it and bringing a schooner which sails over and through the island rainforest. The village has gone. The Nation as it was has gone. Now there's just Mau, who wears barely anything, a trouserman girl who wears far too much, and an awful lot of big misunderstandings . . .Wise, witty and filled with Terry Pratchett's inimitable comic satire, this is a terrific adventure that - quite literally - turns the world upside down.

  • Anglais Dodger

    Terry Pratchett

    Dodger is a tosher - a sewer scavenger living in the squalor of Dickensian London.Everyone who is nobody knows Dodger. Anyone who is anybody doesn't.But when he rescues a young girl from a beating, suddenly everybody wants to know him.And Dodger's tale of skulduggery, dark plans and even darker deeds begins . . .

  • Anglais Wintersmith

    Terry Pratchett

    'Crivens!'
    Tiffany Aching put one foot wrong, made just one little mistake . . .And now the spirit of winter is in love with her. He gives her roses and icebergs and showers her with snowflakes, which is tough when you're thirteen, but also just a little bit . . . cool.And if Tiffany doesn't work out how to deal with him, there will never be another springtime . . . Crackling with energy and humour, Wintersmith is the third tale in a sequence about Tiffany Aching and the Wee Free Men - the Nac Mac Feegles who are determined to help Tiffany, whether she wants it or not.'An extraordinary achievement'Books for Keeps'A characteristically entertaining mix'Sunday Times'One of the best and one of the funniest English authors alive' Independent

  • Anglais Making Money

    Terry Pratchett

    'Whoever said you can't fool an honest man wasn't one'
    The Royal Bank is facing a crisis, and it's time for a change of management. Who would not to wish for that job? It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, the life is not necessarily for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself is pretty nameless), it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss, and people actually want to know where the money's gone. A 300 year old wizard is after his girlfriend, he's about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him dead Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is . . . Making Money!

  • The post was an old thing, of course, but it was so old that it had magically become new again.
    Moist von Lipwig is a con artist and a fraud and a man faced with a life choice: be hanged, or put Ankh-Morpork's ailing postal service back on its feet. It's a tough decision. The post is a creaking old institution, overshadowed by new technology. But there are people who still believe in it, and Moist must become one of them if he's going to see that the mail gets though, come rain, hail, sleet, dogs, the Post Office Workers Friendly and Benevolent Society, the evil chairman of the Grand Trunk Semaphore Company, and a midnight killer. Getting a date with Adora Bell Dearheart would be nice, too. Perhaps there's a shot at redemption in the mad world of the mail, waiting for a man who's prepared to push the envelope...

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