Paul Kidby

EVERY LAND NEEDS ITS OWN WITCH.<br/><br/>There's a monster in the river, a headless horsemen in the drive. And now Granny Aching has gone, there's only young Tiffany Aching left to guard the boundaries.<br/><br/>It's <i>her</i> land. <i>Her </i>duty.<br/><br/>But it's amazing how useful a horde of unruly pictsies can be . . .

SAYING IT WITH FROZEN ROSES AND ICEBERGS<br/><br/>Young witch Tiffany Aching leaps into a dance - and suddenly the spirit of winter is in love with her.<br/><br/>Now she's dancing to his tune, and she can't change the steps.<br/><br/>Unless she can work out how to deal with the Wintersmith, there will never be another springtime . . .<br/><br/>'Oodles of dry wit, imagination and shrewdly observed characters'<br/><i>Independent on Sunday</i>

A man with no eyes. No eyes at all. Two tunnels in his head...It's not easy being a witch, and it's certainly not all whizzing about on broomsticks, but Tiffany Aching - teen witch - is doing her best. Until something evil wakes up, something that stirs up all the old stories about nasty old witches, so that just wearing a pointy hat suddenly seems a very bad idea. Worse still, this evil ghost from the past is hunting down one witch in particular. He's hunting for Tiffany. And he's found her...A fabulous Discworld title filled with witches and magic and told in the inimitable Terry Pratchett style, I Shall Wear Midnight is the fourth Discworld title to feature Tiffany and her tiny, fightin', boozin' pictsie friends, the Nac Mac Feegle (aka The Wee Free Men).