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Sam Wimes er en mann på flukt. I går var han en hertug, en politimester og ambassadør til det mystiske landet Uberwald. Nå må han komme seg gjennom skogen til sivilisasjonen i snø og kulde, hvis ikke kommer en fryktelig krig til å bryte ut. Dette er den 24. romanen om Skiveverdenen.
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SAM VIMES IS A MAN ON THE RUN. YESTERDAY HE WAS A DUKE, A CHIEF OF POLICE AND THE AMBASSADOR TO THE MYSTERIOUS FAT-RICH COUNTRY OF UBERWALD.
Now he has nothing but his native wit and the gloomy trousers of Uncle Vanya (don't ask). It's snowing. It's freezing. And if he can't make it through the forest to civilization there's going to be a terrible war.
But there are monsters on his trail. They're bright. They're fast. They're werewolves - and they're catching up.
The Fifth Elephant is Terry Pratchett's latest instalment in the Discworld cycle, this time starring dwarfs, diplomacy, intrigue and big lumps of fat.
Forlag Corgi Books
Utgivelsesår 2000
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780552146166
EAN 9780552146166
Serie Discworld
Genre Humor Fantasy
Språk Engelsk
Sider 459
Utgave 1
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Look, sir most of the dwarfs here are ... well, I suppose you'd call them liberal sir. [...] Some of them even acknowledge that ... they've got daughters, sir.
Many of them wouldn't know a pick-axe if you hit them with it*.
*At least, if you hit them hard enough
As castles went this one looked as though it could be taken by a small squad of not very efficient soldiers.Its builder had not been thinking about fortifications. He'd been influenced by fairytales and possibly by some ornaments sorts of cake. It was a castle for looking at. For defence, putting a blanket over your head might be marginally safer
It is in the nature of the universe that the person who always keeps you waiting ten minutes will, on the day you are ten minutes tardy, have been ready ten minutes early and will make a point of not mentioning this.
There was nothing really daft that some foreigner wouldn't do somewhere.
Uberwald was so thickly forested, so creased by little mountain ranges and beset by rivers, that it was largely unmapped. It was mostly unexplored, too. (At least by proper explorers. Just living there doesn't count.)
'You know, everyone kept telling me I wasn't in Ankh-Morpork so often that I believed it. But this embassy is Ankh-Morpork and, right now,' he hefted the bow, 'I am the law.' Sam? Yes, dear? I know that look. Don't hurt anyone else, will you? Don't worry, dear. I'm going to be civilized about it.