By Terry Pratchett
The new Discworld novel, the fortieth within the sequence, sees the Disc's first educate come steaming into town.
To the consternation of the patrician, Lord Vetinari, a brand new invention has arrived in Ankh-Morpork - an excellent clanging monster of a computer that harnesses the facility of the entire parts: earth, air, hearth and water. This being Ankh-Morpork, it's quickly drawing astonished crowds, a few of whom stuck the zeitgeist early and arrive armed with notepads and extremely good rainwear. wet von Lipwig isn't really a guy who enjoys labor - as grasp of the publish workplace, the Mint and the Royal financial institution his enter is, after all, very important . . . yet mostly depending on phrases, that are thankfully now not very heavy and don't continually want greasing. even though, he does take pleasure in being alive, which makes a brand new task supply from Vetinari tough to refuse . . . Steam is emerging over Discworld, pushed through Mister Simnel, the fellow wi' t'flat cap and sliding rule who has an engaging association with the sine and cosine. wet must grapple with gallons of grease, goblins, a fats controller with a historical past of throwing staff down the steps and a few very indignant dwarfs if he's going to forestall all of it going off the rails . . .