They're werewolves - and they're catching up. Terry Pratchett's latest instalment in the Discworld cycle, this time starring dwarfs, diplomacy, intrigue and big lumps of fat. This book uses Discworld science to illuminate our science. As Discworld moves towards a collision with a malevolent red star, there is only one possible saviour, Rincewind, who was last seen falling off the edge of the world. On his death bed, the wizard, Drum Billet, passed on his staff of power to the eighth son of an eighth son.
Death comes to everyone.
When he came to Mort, he offered him a job. An eighth son of an eighth son was a wizard. However, he had seven sons. The dragons lie dormant. Although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly.