Le seigneur Vétérini n'avait apparemment aucun vice qu'on pût découvrir. À voir sa figure pâle et chevaline, on aurait cru que ses goûts le portaient vers les fouets et les jeunes filles dans les cachots... Mais le Patricien passait manifestement ses soirées à lire des comptes rendus et, en certaines occasions, quand il avait envie d'émotions fortes, à jouer aux échecs. Au guet !

The story begins in a rainforest in Bhangbhangduc. Along the way librarians, orangutans, witches, royalty, wee free men, travelling monks, unwilling wizards, willing locals, strange entities, talking animals, teachers and heads of government get caught up in the web. Crime, intrigue and betrayal unfold on the Counterweight Continent, which is hardly unusual. It ends when it ends.

Vladimir the Splatter finds himself sharing digs with an unexpected companion. Rated T for brief violence.

Things are bad in Ankh-Morpork: there's an epidemic of hate crime, a plague of flies and a suffocating heatwave that is driving people mad. But something worse is on the way, something worse than anyone can even imagine, and it might be that the only person who can stop it is a little girl in Lancre who doesn't even know how old she is.

Things are bad in Ankh-Morpork: there's an epidemic of hate crime, a plague of flies and a suffocating heatwave that is driving people mad. But something worse is on the way, something worse than anyone can even imagine, and it might be that the only person who can stop it is a little girl in Lancre who doesn't even know how old she is.

A new trend takes the city of Ankh-Morpork by storm, and leads to some strange revelations.

On an Octeday afternoon, Drumknott makes a regrettable error. Also posted on the OnTheDisc Dreamwidth comm.

ficlets sur les Sorcières :: 1ère vignette : Simon et Eskarina, refaire le monde. 2e: Cutangle/Esme, tension. 3e: du mariage de Magrat. 4e: Nanny Ogg, chanson. 5e: Magrat, robe de reine. 6e: sensibilité. 7e: innocence. 8e: Agnes, Diamanda et la divination. 9 à 11es: trois pages tournées. MàJ, 12e: Tiffany et Feegles, responsabilités. ::gen et un peu d'het::

There's one thing that unites all kind of people: a moment when they realize that somethings's missing. And no matter how rich or happy each person may be, there's no exception. And sooner or later, everybody notices what's missing. Some need just a couple of weeks to find out. Other people keep searching during their whole life without making the missing thing out.

They say everyone can conform oneself to changes. But most of the people strive for avoiding such a situation. Life is seen as a good and imperturbable thing, just the way it is. And if there happens a change whatsoever the ordinary human being can hardly believe what happened. But sooner or later he gets used to the strangest incidents. As there is Discworld, e.g.

Hate and heat are making Ankh-Morpork almost impossible to live in. Something dark and malign is behind it, but no one knows what. Except one little girl in Lancre who doesn't even know how old she is.

A girl with a foot in two continents and how she responds to dual nationality. Glimpses into the later life of Bekki Smith-Rhodes-Stibbons and her wider family.

What if the Nac-Mac Feegles' fairy kingdom was a bit different? "Nae King, nae Quin, nae Laird, nae Master. We willna' be fooled again!"

Being a wizard meant having a sixth sense for summoning Death in the most inappropriate situations

Do you believe in the Hogfather? Alton Barnes is having some doubts so hatches a cunning plan to check.

After Moist von Lipwig throws down the challenge, Lord Vetinari must change from his usual black to something a bit more extravagant for Moist and Adora's wedding. Humour. Parody/Satire. Sardonicism.

Divergent from The Last Continent

Murcania has elected itself a new president and the most influential people in Ankh-Morpork must decide what to make of him.

An epistolary view over the years, from one of the residents of Scoone Avenue, of her neighbors at Number One Scoone.

Une petite dystopie écrite en chapitre !

After Moist von Lipwig invents a people game drunk, he shares it with Vimes, and they practise on heads of state. Mind games. Sardonicism. Satire.

After Lord Vetinari falls ill, it's up to Drumknott to take care of him.

A deceased boy in heaven wants to meet his favorite writer Terry Pratchett.

"Sir Samuel, eu não achei que seria o dever do comandante da patrulha me escoltar até o palácio" "A cidade está quieta e eu tive tempo" "Incrível. Eu nunca vi essa cidade quieta antes"

As something ends, something begins. FOR T. P. "Well done, that man."