This is where the dragons went. They lie…not dead, not asleep, but…dormant. And although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly. And presumably, somewhere, there's a key...

Guards! Guards! is the eighth Discworld novel - and after this, dragons will never be the same again!

‘This is one of Pratchett’s best books. Hilarious and highly recommended’
- The Times

‘Pratchett is at the peak of his powers; it’s hard to think of any humorist writing in Britain today who can match him…A masterful ear for dialogue, a keen eye for the ridiculous and a real feel for language’


- Time Out

‘The best humorous English author since P.G. Wodehouse’
- Sunday Telegraph