Books published by publisher Isis

A weathercock has risen from the sea of Discworld, and suddenly you can tell which way the wind is blowing. A new land has surfaced, and so have old feuds.And as two armies march, Commander Ankh-Morpork City Watch has got just a few hours to deal with a crime so big that there's no law against it. It's called "war". He's facing unpleasant foes that are out to get him. . . that's just the people on his side.The world's cleverest inventor and its most devious politician are on their way to the battlefield with a little package that's guaranteed to stop a battle. . . .Discworld goes to war. . . .

Better watch out ...It's that time of year again. Hogswatchnight. Tis the season to be jolly, to hang mistletoe and holly, and other stuff ending in olly. Tis the season when the Hogfather himself dons his red suit and climbs in his sleigh pulled by--of course!--eight hogs and brings gifts to all the boys and girls of Discworld.But this year, there's a problem. A stranger has taken the place of the Hogfather. Well, not exactly a stranger. He's actually pretty well known. He carries a scythe along with his bag of toys, and he's going to SLEIGH everyone he sees tonight.Ho ho ho.Even the laugh is wrong. The switch has been arranged by the Auditors, mysterious superbeings who want our universe to be a collection of rocks swinging in curves through space. Life is messy. Why not get rid of it? And who better than--you know who?Somebody has to rescue the real Hogfather before this morbid impostor tracks soot on the world's carpets. It's up to Ankh-Morpork's intellectual elite, the assembled wizards of Unseen University--with the help of a monster-bashing nanny, the world's worst inventor, plus a bona-fide, honest-to-god god (the oh god of hangovers, to be precise)--to come up with a plan to save the universe. And they'd better hurry. The bogus Hogfather is asking the wrong questions. Like: How come rich kids get all the nice toys? How come the poor kids are left with the cheap stuff?"That's life," he is told. Which cuts no ice with Death.

Who's murdering harmless old men? Who's poisoning the Patrician? As autumn fogs hold Ankh-Morpork in their grip, the City Watch have to track down a murderer who can't be seen. Maybe the golems know something -- but the solemn men of clay, who work all day and night and are never any trouble to anyone, have started to commit suicide...Whom can you trust when there are mobs on the street and plotters in the night and all the clues point the wrong way?In the gloom of the night, Watch Commander Sir Samuel Vimes finds that the truth may not be out there after all .....

Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle - Discworld - a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend his melon patch. Until one day he hears the voice of a god calling his name. A small god, to be sure. But bossy. Brutha is the Chosen One. His god has spoken to him, admittedly while in the shape of a tortoise. Brutha is a simple lad with few wants. He wants to overthrow a huge and corrupt church. He wants to prevent a horrible and holy war. He wants peace and brotherly love. He wants the inquisition to stop torturing him now, please. But most of all, what he really wants is for his god to choose Someone Else.