The Light Fantastic

Discover the gloriously inventive and funny fantasy novel from bestselling author Terry Pratchett, the second book in the Wizards series, part of the Discworld novels.

‘Clever, engaging and laugh-out-loud funny’ The Times

‘Fantasy at its best’ 5-star reader review

Darkness isnt the opposite of light, it is simply its absence . . . what was radiating from the book was the light that lies on the far side of darkness, the light fantastic.

The Discworld is in danger, heading towards a seemingly inevitable collision with a malevolent red star, its magic fading.

It needs a hero, and fast.

What it doesnt need is Rincewind, an inept and cowardly wizard who is still recovering from the trauma of falling off the edge of the world. Or Twoflower, the well-meaning tourist whose luggage has a mind (and legs) of its own.

Which is a shame, because thats all there is . . .

The Light Fantastic is the second book in the Wizards series, but you can read the Discworld novels in any order.

Praise for the Discworld series:

[Pratchett’s] spectacular inventiveness makes the Discworld series one of the perennial joys of modern fictionMail on Sunday

‘Pratchett is a master storyteller’ Guardian

One of our greatest fantasists, and beyond a doubt the funniestGeorge R.R. Martin

One of those rare writers who appeals to everyone’ Daily Express

‘One of the most consistently funny writers around’ Ben Aaronovitch

‘Masterful and brilliant’ Fantasy & Science Fiction

‘Pratchett uses his other world to hold up a distorting mirror to our own… he is a satirist of enormous talent ... incredibly funny ... compulsively readableThe Times

‘The best humorous English author since P.G. Wodehouse The Sunday Telegraph

‘Nothing short of magical’ Chicago Tribune

Consistently funny, consistently clever and consistently surprising in its twists and turnsSFX

‘[Discworld is] compulsively readable, fantastically inventive, surprisingly serious exploration in story form of just about any aspect of our world…Theres never been anything quite like it’ Evening Standard