title: The Wee Free Men: A Story of Discworld
author:  Terry Pratchett 
description: Nine-year-old Tiffany Aching needs magic--fast! Her sticky little brother Wentworth has been spirited away by the evil Queen of faerie, and its up to her to get him back safely. Having already decided to grow up to be a witch, now all Tiffany has to do is find her power. But she quickly learns that its not all black cats and broomsticks. According to her witchy mentor Miss Tick, "Witches dont use magic unless they really have to...We do other things. A witch pays attention to everything thats going on...A witch uses her head...A witch always has a piece of string!" Luckily, besides her trusty string, Tiffanys also got the Nac Mac Feegles, or the Wee Free Men on her side. Small, blue, and heavily tattooed, the Feegles love nothing more than a good fight except maybe a drop of strong drink! Tiffany, heavily armed with an iron skillet, the feisty Feegles, and a talking toad on loan from Miss Tick, is a formidable adversary. But the Queen has a few tricks of her own, most of them deadly. Tiffany and the Feegles might get more than they bargained for on the flip side of Faerie! Prolific fantasy author Terry Pratchett has served up another delicious helping of his famed Discworld fare. The not-quite-teen set will delight in the Feegles spicy, irreverent dialogue and Tiffanys salty determination. Novices to Pratchetts prose will find much to like here, and quickly go back to devour the rest of his Discworld offerings. Scrumptiously recommended. (Ages 10 to 14) <i>--Jennifer Hubert</i>
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  # Discworld 29 - Night Watch
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  # Discworld 29 - Night Watch
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Discworld 29 - Night Watch
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Discworld 29 - Night Watch
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ## by Pratchett, Terry
  
  
  Discworld 29 - Night Watch
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  NIGHT WATCH
  
  
  
  
  
  Terry Pratchett
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Sam Vimes sighed when he heard the scream, but he finished shaving before
  
  
  he did anything about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Then he put his jacket on and strolled out into the wonderful late spring
  
  
  morning. Birds sang in the trees, bees buzzed in the blossom. The sky was
  
  
  hazy, though, and thunderheads on the horizon threatened rain later. But,
  
  
  for now, the air was hot and heavy. And, in the old cesspit behind the
  
  
  gardener's shed, a young man was treading water.
  
  
  
  
  
  Well . . . treading, anyway.
  
  
  
  
  
  Vimes stood back a little way and lit a cigar. It probably wouldn't be a
  
  
  good idea to employ a naked flame any nearer to the pit. The fall from
  
  
  the shed roof had broken the crust.
  
  
  
  
  
  'Good morning!'