Thud! (Discworld #34) Free PDF Download

A seemingly routine day in the life of City Watch commander Sam Vimes is abruptly interrupted by an unsolved murder, an impending war, an unwanted new recruit, and a pesky government inspector. By the author of Going Postal. Its a game of Trolls and Dwarfs where the player must take both sides to win. Its the noise a troll club makes when crushing in a dwarf skull, or when a dwarfish axe cleaves a trollish cranium. Its the unsettling sound of history about to repeat itself. THUD! Its the most extraordinary, outrageous, provocative, insightful, and keenly cutting flight of fancy yet from Discworlds incomparable supreme creator, Terry Pratchett. Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch admits he may not be the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer. He might not even be a spoon. But hes dogged and honest and hell be damned if he lets anyone disturb his citys always tentative peace, and that includes a rabble-rousing dwarf from the sticks (or deep beneath them) whos been stirring up big trouble on the eve of the anniversary of one of Discworlds most infamous historical events. Centuries earlier, in a gods-forsaken hellhole called Koom Valley, a horde of trolls met a division of dwarfs in bloody combat. Though nobodys quite sure why they fought or who actually won, hundreds of years on each species still bears the cultural scars, and one views the other with simmering animosity and distrust. Lately, an influential dwarf, Grag Hamcrusher, has been fomenting unrest among Ankh-Morporks more diminutive citizens with incendiary speeches. And it doesnt help matters when the pint-size provocateur is discovered beaten to death, with a troll club lying conveniently nearby. Vimes knows the well-being of his smoldering city depends on his ability to solve the Hamcrusher homicide without delay. (Vimess secondmost-pressing responsibility, in fact, next to being home every evening at six sharp to read Wheres My Cow? to Young Sam.) Whatever it takes to unstick this very sticky situation, Vimes will do it, even tolerating having a vampire in the Watch. But theres more than one corpse waiting for him in the eerie, summoning darkness of the vast, labyrinthine mine network the dwarfs have been excavating in secret beneath Ankh-Morporks streets. A deadly puzzle is pulling Sam Vimes deep into the muck and mire of superstition, hatred, and fear, and perhaps all the way to Koom Valley itself.