Dragons have invaded Crumbling Castle, and all of King Arthur’s knights are either on holiday or visiting their grannies. It’s a disaster! Luckily, there’s a spare suit of armour and a very small boy called Ralph who’s willing to fill it....

It\'s May 21 1941, thought Johnny. It\'s war. Johnny Maxwell and his friends have to do something when they find Mrs Tachyon, the local bag lady, semi-conscious in an alley . . . as long as it\'s not the kiss of live. But there\'s more to Mrs Tachyon than a squeaky trolley and a bunch of dubious black bags....

Focus on a planet revolving in space . . . Focus in on a small country in the northern hemisphere – Great Britain. Closer, closer . . . and on the western edge of London you can see the county of Buckinghamshire. Small villages and winding country roads....

Maurice, a streetwise tomcat, has the perfect money-making scam. Everyone knows the stories about rats and pipers, and Maurice has a stupid-looking kid with a pipe, and his very own plague of rats - strangely educated rats . . . But in Bad Blintz, the little con suddenly goes down the drain....

Football has come to the ancient city of Ankh-Morpork - not the old fashioned, grubby pushing and shoving, but the new, fast football with pointy hats for goalposts and balls that go gloing when you drop them....

From Snuff: \'Vimes looked at the cover. The title was The World of Poo. When his wife was out of eyeshot he carefully leafed through it. Well, okay, you had to accept that the world had moved on and these days fairy stories were probably not going to be about twinkly little things with wings....

The thing about football - the important thing about football - is that it is not just about football.\' Football is supposed to be a gentleman\'s game, played on venerable university lawns for honour, polite applause and a hearty match tea afterwards. Unfortunately for the gentlemen, the rest of the world doesn\'t see it that way....

There\'re a lot of edges, more than people know. Between life and death, this world and the next . . . an\' they need watchin\' . . .\' There\'s trouble on the Wold, its boundaries weak since Granny Aching - the hag o\' the hills - died....

Time is a resource. Everyone knows it has to be managed. And on the Discworld that is the job of the Monks of History, who store it and pump it from the places where it\'s wasted (like the underwater - how much time does a codfish need?) to places like cities, where there\'s never enough time....

William de Worde is the accidental editor of the Discworld\'s first newspaper....

Sam Vimes is a man on the run. Yesterday he was a duke, a chief of police and the ambassador to the mysterious, fat-rich country of Uberwald. Now he has nothing but his native wit and the gloomy trousers of Uncle Vanya (don\'t ask). It\'s snowing. It\'s freezing....

Read by Tony Robinson \'Anything you do in the past changes the future.The tiniest little actions have huge consequences.You might tread on an ant now and it might entirely prevent someone from being born in the future.\' There\'s nothing like the issue of evolution to get under the skin of academics....

Koom Valley? That was where the trolls ambushed the dwarfs, or the dwarfs ambushed the trolls. It was far away. It was a long time ago. But if he doesn\'t solve the murder of just one dwarf, Commander Sam Vimes of Ankh-Morpork City Watch is going to see it fought again, right outside his office....

Read by Tony Robinson. \'Things have to come to an end, see. That\'s how it works when you turn the world into stories. You should never have done that. You shouldn\'t treat people like they was characters, like they was things. But if you do, then you\'ve got to know where the story ends....

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....