Somewhere on the frontier between thought and reality exists the
Discworld, a parallel time and place which might sound and smell
very much like our own, but which looks completely different. It
plays by different rules. Certainly it refuses to succumb to the
quaint notion that universes are ruled by pure logic and the
harmony of numbers.
But just because the Disc is different doesn’t mean that some things don’t stay the same. Its very existence is about to be threatened by a strange new blight: the arrival of the first tourist, upon whose survival rests the peace and prosperity of the land. But if the person charged with maintaining that survival in the face of robbers, mercenaries and, well, Death, is a spectacularly inept wizard, a little logic might turn out to be a very good idea.
