Discworld, book 19, Terry pratchett
Discworld, book 19; Feet of Clay, Terry pratchett
Paperback, redelijk goede staat, stevige gebruikerssporen aan de randjes en hoekjes van de kaft, her en der wat scheurtjes/beschadigde randjes en de bladzijdes zijn aan de buitenkant vergeeld, eerste druk deze editie 1997, Harper Prism
'Sorry!' said Carrot. If it's just a thing, how can it commit murder? A sword is a thing' - he drew his own sword; it made an almost silken sound - 'and of course you can't blame a sword if someone thrust it at you, sir.'
For Commander Vimes, Head of Ankh-Morpork City Watch, life consists of troubling times, linked together by, well, more troubling times. Right now, it's the latter. There's a werewolf with pre-lunar tension in the city, and a dwarf with attitude and a golem who's begun to think for itself, but that's just ordinary trouble. The real problem is more puzzling - people are being murdered, but there's no trace of anything alive having been at the crime scene. So Vimes not only has to find out whodunit, but howdunit too. He's not even sure what they dun. But soon as he knows what the questions are, he's going to want some answers.