Things like crowns had a troublesome effect on clever folks; it was best to leave all the reigning to the kind of people whose eyebrows met in the middle.
Three witches gathered on a lonely heath. A king cruelly murdered, his throne usurped by his ambitious cousin. A child heir and the crown of the kingdom, both missing. The omens are not auspicious for the new incumbent, for whom ascending this tainted throne is a more complicated affair than you might imagine, particularly when the blood on your hands just won¿t wash off and you¿re facing a future with knives in it¿
"'Like Jonathan Swift, Pratchett uses his other world to hold up a distorting mirror to our own, and like Swift, he is a satirist of enormous talent'"
"'Like Jonathan Swift, Pratchett uses his other world to hold up a distorting mirror to our own, and like Swift, he is a satirist of enormous talent'" The Times "'One of the perennial joys of modern fiction'" Mail on Sunday "'One of the pleasures of the book is the way in which literary classics float effortlessly through them in a way that would be pounced on as inter-textual in another author but is never allowed to become strident or alienating in Pratchett's work'" Guardian