Feet of Clay

It's murder in Discworld!—which ordinarily is no big deal. But what bothers Commander Samuel Vimes, Head of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch, is that the unusual deaths of three harmless old men do not bear the clean, efficient marks of the Assassins' Guild. 

But that's only the start... someone is slowly poisoning the Patrician. No one knows who, no one knows why and, worst of all no one knows how – he just gets weaker and weaker.

Added to that, the City Watch has got problems of its own. There's a werewolf suffering from Pre-Lunar Tension, Corporal Nobbs is hobnobbing with the nobs, and there's something really strange about the new dwarf recruit -  especially his earrings and eyeshadow.

Who can you trust when there are mobs on the streets, plotters in the dark and all the clues point the wrong way?

Nevertheless, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes has got to find out not only whodunit, but howdunit too. He's not even sure what they dun. But as soon as he knows what the questions are, he's going to want some answers.

We don’t want to give anything away, but Vimes may find that the truth is not out there at all.  In fact, it may be inside – but inside what? or should we say whom?

“A chilling tale of poison and pottery”.  – Amazon UK

“Like reading Tolkien but with gags – and good gags too”- Matt Seaton, Guardian