Snuff by Terry Pratchett


Welcome to the city of Ankh Morpork, the largest city on the Discworld, which floats through space on the back of the turtle. This is a city where gods abound, where magic is mostly under the control of absent-minded professors, and where the City Watch--which includes dwarves, trolls, werewolves, vamipres, gnomes, and one policeman no one knows how to classify--is commanded by a man whose titles range from the Duke of Ankh to Blackboard Monitor Vimes. Sam Vimes, in turn, is commanded by his wife.

Snuff is the story of what begins when the hardworking Vimes is persuaded to take a two-week holiday to the country. Vimes insists that where there is a copper there will always be a crime, and sure enough the crime finds him before he's had a chance to get too bored with the countryside. What follows is both a thoughtful story about the law, the authority of the police, and the rights of the downtrodden, and a hilarious adventure featuring a six-year-old boy's fascination with all kinds of excrement, Vimes's search for a bacon sandwich, the many problems caused by a cigar that sings, and goblins who persist in believing that snot is sacred.

Snuff is the 39th of Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels. For a look at where Sam Vimes's story began, check out Guards! Guards!, the first of the books about the City Watch.

Submitted by Mary Lou @ Washington Park

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