The Last Continent: A Discworld Novel (Mass Market)
“If you are unfamiliar with Pratchett’s unique blend of philosophical badinage interspersed with slapstick, you are on the threshold of a mind-expanding opportunity.”—Financial Times
Chaos ensues when Discworld’s deliciously hapless wizard Rincewind goes walking about in the Down Under in this wonderfully witty satire from legendary internationally bestselling author Sir Terry Pratchett.
There’s big trouble at the Unseen University, Ankh-Morpork’s prestigious and only institute of higher learning. A professor is missing—and the one person who can find him is not only the most bumbling magician the school ever produced, he’s currently stranded in Fourecks, Discworld’s last (and unfinished) continent. The down-under is hot (so hot) and it’s dry (so dry)—though it’s rumored there was once this thing called The Wet, but no one believes that. Practically everything here that’s not poisonous is venomous.
Discworld’s most inept wizard and his companion, Luggage, are eager to get home—but first Rincewind has to survive a pushy mystical kangaroo trickster named Scrappy and a mob of Fourecks hooligans determined to hang him. All his problems would be solved if he could just make it rain . . . for (maybe) the first time ever. And if the time-traveling professors from UU working on rescuing him can get to the right millennium . . .
The Discworld books can be read in any order, but The Last Continent is the 6th book in the Wizards series and the 22nd Discworld book.
Terry Pratchett was the acclaimed author of the global bestselling Discworld series, the first of which, The Color of Magic, was published in 1983. In all, he was the author of more than fifty bestselling books which have sold more than 100 million copies worldwide. His novels have been widely adapted for stage and screen, and he was the winner of multiple prizes, including the Carnegie Medal for his young adult novel, The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents. He was awarded a knighthood by Queen Elizabeth II for his services to literature in 2009, although he always wryly maintained that his greatest services to literature was to avoid writing any. He lived in England and died in 2015 at the age of sixty-six.