The first novel of the Discworld series
On a world supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), a wickedly eccentric expedition sets out. There’s Rincewind, an avaricious but inept wizard, Twoflower, a naive tourist whose murderous luggage moves on hundreds of little legs, dragons who only exist if you believe in them, and of course, the Edge of the Discworld, and its circumfence. . .
‘Pratchett is very good indeed’ – Standard