Snuff: A Discworld Novel -- Terry Pratchett

<p><strong>"A lively outing, complete with sly shout-outs to Jane Austen and gritty police procedurals."</strong>--<strong><em>Publishers Weekly</em> (starred review)</strong></p><p><strong>In Terry Pratchett's delightful <em>New York Times</em> bestselling tale of crime, class, prejudice, and punishment, Commander Sam Vimes of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch is on vacation. But this is Discworld, where nothing goes as planned--and hilarious adventure ensues.</strong></p><p><em>It is a truth universally acknowledged that a policeman taking a holiday would barely have had time to open his suitcase before he finds his first corpse.</em></p><p>At long last, Lady Sybil has lured her husband, Sam Vimes, on a well-deserved and long-overdue holiday. But for the commander of the City Watch, a vacation in the country is anything but relaxing. The balls, the teas, the muck--not to mention all that fresh air and birdsong--are more than a bit taxing on a cynical city-born and -bred copper.</p><p>The policeman is back on familiar ground when a body is found--the first of many, many corpses--and an ancient crime more terrible than murder is uncovered. Out of his jurisdiction, out of his element, and out of bacon sandwiches (thanks to his well-meaning wife)--Sam must rely on his copper's instincts, guile, and Ankh-Morpork street smarts to see justice done.</p><p>As he sets off on the chase, though, he must remember to watch where he steps. . . . This is the countryside, after all, and the stre