A special hardback gift edition of classic fantasy novel by Terry Pratchett, the fifth book in the Death series, part of the Discworld novels. 'This is the best Pratchett I've read' Sunday Telegraph‘Maybe the best Discworld book’ 5-star reader review'The universe is, instant by instant, recreated anew . . . The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.'Time is a resource. Everyone knows it must be managed. You can let it move fast or slowly, but what you mustn't do is allow it to stop. On the Discworld, the History Monks have the important job of ensuring that tomorrow always comes. But the construction of the world's first truly accurate clock starts a race against, well . . . time. Monk Lu-Tze, his apprentice Lobsang Ludd and Death's granddaughter Susan must stop the clockmaker before he completes his task. Because a truly accurate clock will stop time completely. And then, there really will be no tomorrow . . . Thief of Time is the fifth book in the Death 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 fiction' Mail on Sunday‘Pratchett is a master storyteller’ Guardian'One of our greatest fantasists, and beyond a doubt the funniest' George 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 readable' The 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 turns' SFX‘[Discworld is] compulsively readable, fantastically inventive, surprisingly serious exploration in story form of just about any aspect of our world…There's never been anything quite like it’ Evening Standard