POur Wolfen et Honorbrachios!

Citation : Pour retrouver son frère disparu dans la tourmente des conflits frontaliers, Margot se déguise en garçon. Se couper les cheveux et porter un pantalon : facile. Péter et roter en public, marcher comme un primate, ça demande plus d’entraînement. Pour le reste… une paire de chaussettes roulées fera l’affaire.
Voici désormais le deuxième classe Barette, enrôlé dans l’armée de la duchesse de Borogravie. Et la guerre fait rage. Car il y a toujours une guerre en chantier.
Margot s’y retrouve plongée en compagnie d’une escouade de nouvelles recrues sans formation. Au cœur des rangs ennemis, il leur faudra déployer toutes les ressources du régiment monstrueux.

Citation : 'Thud!' begins with a bit of affirmative action, Discworld-style, and Commander Vimes is not happy about it. His City Watch has always been a conglomeration of all the inhabitants of the metropolis of Ankh-Morpork. But thus far, he's evaded including one group in his employ, the vampires. But now that final barrier is broken and he's forced to hire Sally. She's actually pretty good, and he'll need good help. Lord Vetinari has sent in an auditor to make sure the Watch isn’t needlessly wasting money. Mr. Pessimal, alas, is also good at his job. And this does not make Vimes' job any easier. Nor does the murder of a prominent rabble-rousing dwarf. In fact, this last event makes things positively difficult for Vimes, threatening to engulf the city in rioting and warfare between dwarfs and trolls. It's a question of religion and religious beliefs, the kind of fundamental difference that really can make a difference. Unless Vimes gets to the bottom of all this, there's a chance he might miss his nightly appointment to read his young son 'Where's My Cow?' Some things, after all, are very important

Hors sujet : J'écoute d'abord, t'inquiète pas ;)

Citation : The philosopher Didactylus suggested an alternative hypothesis :
"Things just happen what the hell."

Citation : It's an offer you can't refuse. Who would not to wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork's Royal Mint and the bank next door? It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, the life is not necessarily for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself is pretty nameless), it turns out that the Royal Mintruns at a loss. A 300 year old wizard is after his girlfriend, he's about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him dead Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is ...Making Money!