This is book number 18 in the Discworld series.
“Discworld is more complicated and satisfactory than Oz . . . has the energy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and the inventiveness of Alice in Wonderland . . . brilliant.”—A. S. Byatt
When war, magic, politics, and one deliciously inept wizard collide, zany mayhem ensues in this delightful satire in Sir Terry Pratchett’s internationally bestselling Discworld series.
To the fine denizens of Discworld, the phrase “May you live in interesting times” is a curse. No one wishes to hear those words, especially not Rincewind. The distinctly unmagical sorcerer has barely survived more than a few “interesting times” and he isn’t looking to experience any more. But when a request for a “Great Wizzard” arrives in Ankh-Morpork via carrier albatross from the faraway Counterweight Continent, Rincewind is named emissary.
The Agatean Empire’s current ruler is on the brink of downfall, and chaos is all but certain to arise in the wake. For some incomprehensible reason, someone believes Rincewind will have a mythic role in the war and the ensuing bloodletting. Cohen the Barbarian and his extremely elderly Silver Horde are already hard at work planning for the looting and pillaging.
Anyone can be a hero, but there’s only one Rincewind—and he believes he owes it to the world to keep that one alive for as long as possible.
The Discworld novels can be read in any order but Interesting Times is the 5th installment in the Wizards series and the 18th Discworld book.
Terry Pratchett was the acclaimed author of the global bestselling Discworld series, the first of which, The Color of Magic, was published in 1983. In all, he was the author of more than fifty bestselling books which have sold more than 100 million copies worldwide. His novels have been widely adapted for stage and screen, and he was the winner of multiple prizes, including the Carnegie Medal for his young adult novel, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents. He was awarded a knighthood by Queen Elizabeth II for his services to literature in 2009, although he always wryly maintained that his greatest services to literature was to avoid writing any. He lived in England and died in 2015 at the age of sixty-six.