I'll wear midnight

When you’re a full-time witch, you have no time for love or fear in amongst all the work… The people of the Chalk finally have their very own witch – and what a witch! – but they have lost their provider, old Baron Chumfurttam. Tiffany Aching, who is rushed off her feet, therefore sets off for Ankh-Morpork to find his son and heir, Roland. Yes, that same young man with whom she has been through so much in the past, and it almost looked like they were destined to be together. However, he ended up getting engaged to the lovely Calendaria, who turns out to be – fate certainly has a sense of irony – an untrained but talented witch! But the preparations for the funeral and the wedding are overshadowed by an unexpected threat in the form of the Cunning Man, a terrifying witch-hunter with empty sockets instead of eyes, who relentlessly pursues poor Tiffany. Will she be able to defeat the fiendish monster with the help of the loyal and warlike Nac Mac Feegles? The fourth instalment in the Tiffany Aching series, part of the AMAZING DISCWORLD series. This time she has even more work than usual and is about to face an enemy for whom killing witches is their bread and butter. “An amazingly witty, wise, engaging and also moving book.” – from reader reviews on Databazeknih.cz “One of the darker Pratchett books. But despite that (or maybe because of it) it’s brilliant.” – from reader reviews on Databazeknih.cz “The master of humorous fantasy has lost none of his verve.” – Fanzine.cz “I Shall Wear Midnight is a masterpiece that carries the weight of the real world without losing its magic. It is a coming-of-age book that should be required reading for anyone who thinks fantasy is just for children.” – Locus Magazine “This is perhaps the most disturbing and yet most uplifting story Pratchett has ever written. While the older Discworld books were about laughing at the absurdity of the world, this is about the courage to stand up to it.” – SFX Magazine  “I’m worried aboot the big wee hag, Rob,” she said. “Somethin’ isna richt.” “Ach, she wanted tae be a hag, ye ken, Jeannie,” Rob said. “An’ noo she has tae run aroound like a blue-arsed fly, same as us. But she’s a tough wee besom, ye ken. Who else could’ve kissed the Wintersmith tae death an’ smacked the Queen o’ the Elves wi’ a fryin’ pan? An’ remember the time the invisible monster got inside her heid, an’ she fought it and sent it packin’? She kens hoo tae fight!” “Aye, I ken all that,” the kelda agreed. “She kissed the face o’ winter and so she brought the spring back again. It was a verra great thing, so it was, but she had the summer on her, ye ken. An’ that was the power that she used tae destroy him, not jist her ain. But she did it weel, there’s no denyin’, I canna think o’ anyone who could ha’ done it better, but she has tae be verra careful noo.” “An’ what enemy could she be havin’ that we canna face wi’ her?” said Rob. “Ach, that’s what I canna say,” said Jeannie, shakin’ her heid, “but there’s a bad feelin’ in ma heid. When she kissed the Wintersmith, it shook me tae ma roots, it shook the world, and I couldna help thinkin’ it might be them that live in dreams. Rob, ye be watchful, and keep more than one eye on her!” – excerpt from the book