Imagine a flat world, sitting on the backs of four elephants, who hurtle through space balanced on a giant turtle. The Discworld is a place (and a time) parallel to our own - but also very different. That is the setting for Terry Pratchett's phenomenally successful Discworld series, which now celebrates its 25th anniversary.
The Discworld Graphic Novels presents the very first two volumes of this much-loved series in graphic novel form. First published fifteen years ago, these fully illustrated versions are now issued for the first time in hardback. Introduced here are the bizarre misadventures of Twoflower, the Discworld's first ever tourist, and possibly - portentously - its last, and his guide Rincewind, the spectacularly inept wizard. Not to mention the Luggage, which has a mind of its own. Surely the strangest piece of baggage ever, a chest with hundreds of tiny legs that let it move on its own, magic qualities that let it move on its own, magic qualities that let it eat anyone it doesn't like, yet when it's opened all you'll find is Twoflower's clean underwear!
The Light Fantastic:
"Six months ago, Rincewind was a perfectly ordinary failed wizard. Then he met Twoflower, the Discworld's first tourist, was employed at an outrageous salary as his guide, and has since spent most of his time being shot at, terrorized, chased and hanging from high places with no hope of salvation or, as is now the chase, plunging from high places.
A lot more could be said about why these two are dropping out of the world, and why Twoflower's Luggage, last seen desperately trying follow him on hundreds of little legs, is no ordinary suitcase, but such questions take time and could be more trouble then they're worth. For example, it is said that someone once asked the famous philosopher Ly Tin Weedle 'Why are you here?' and the reply took three years.
What is far more important is an event happening was overhead, far above A' tuin, the elephants and the rapidly-expiring wizard. The very fabric of time and space is about to be put through the wringer."