The Carpet People
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In the beginning, there was nothing but endless flatness. Then came the Carpet . . .
That’s the old story everyone knows and loves. But now the Carpet is home to many different tribes and peoples, and there’s a new story in the making. The story of Fray, sweeping a trail of destruction across the Carpet. The story of power-hungry mouls—and of two brothers who set out on an adventure to end all adventures when their village is flattened.
It’s a story that will come to a terrible end—if someone doesn't do something about it. If everyone doesn’t do something about it . . .
First published in 1971, this hilarious and wise novel marked the debut of the phenomenal Sir Terry Pratchett. Years later, Sir Terry revised the work, and this special collectable edition includes the updated text, his original color and black-and-white illustrations, and an exclusive story—a forerunner to The Carpet People created by the seventeen-year-old nascent writer who would become one of the world's most beloved storytellers.
speckled the darkness. It was the second night of the journey of all four races. No one had killed anyone yet. Snibril and the sergeant had made sure that there was at least one Munrung at each campfire, as referees. ‘I wish we could get some more wights fighting,’ said Careus. ‘I watched one of them using a bow just now, when the lads were practising. I mean, when have they ever used a bow before? He just looked at it for a while, then put an arrow in the centre of the target. Just like that.’
opened his mouth to shout, but he felt something pointed touch his back. ‘Drop the sword,’ said Pismire. ‘And when we say drop, we mean let go of in a downward direction,’ said Owlglass, hopping up and down. ‘Isn’t this exciting!’ Mealy knocked on a large, ornate door. Two cooks behind him were pushing a trolley. It was a large one; a white tablecloth hung down on all sides. After a while a courtier opened the door. ‘Dinner,’ said Mealy. ‘Bring it in?’ ‘Oh. The cook. Very well,’ said the
line.’ ‘Does that mean anything?’ said Snibril. ‘Nothing good,’ said Pismire. ‘Where’s the Emperor?’ ‘Glurk and the cooks have got him locked up in the kitchens,’ said Bane. ‘Best way. He can’t eat and shout at the same time.’ He looked down at a scrap of paper in front of him. ‘With every fighting man we’ve got, we’re still less than fifteen hundred people,’ he said. ‘Less than that, in fact,’ said Pismire. ‘You can’t leave women and children and old people in the city. Remember Tregon
nastier. And it still wasn’t enough. The ring of defenders was pushed back, and back, until it was fighting in the ruins of the city itself. And . . . was beaten. Valiantly beaten. They lost. Ware was never rebuilt. There was never a new Republic. The survivors fled to what remained of their homes, and that was the end of the history of civilization. For ever. Deep in the hairs, Culaina the thunorg moved without walking. She passed through future after future, and there they were, nearly all
tiny nomes living under the floorboards of a large department store, there is no Outside. No Day or Night, no Sun or Rain. They’re just daft old legends. Until the devastating news that the Store is to be demolished. Now the nomes have to think. And they have to think BIG . . . ISBN 0 552 55100 7 Diggers A Bright New Dawn is just around the corner for the nomes when they move into an abandoned quarry. Or is it? For when humans turn up, they begin to mess everything up again. Now the nomes have