A Hat Full of Sky: Discworld Hardback Library by Terry Pratchett Hardcover Book

Description: A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett *The second book in the incredible Tiffany Aching series. Surely there must be more to witchcraft than this?And Tiffany will find that she needs her magic more than ever, to fight off the insidious, disembodied creature that is pursuing her. FORMAT Hardcover CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The second book in the incredible Tiffany Aching series. Now in a brand-new gift edition, part of the Discworld Hardback Library.Something is coming after Tiffany. . .Tiffany Aching is ready to begin her apprenticeship in magic, but life isnt exactly what she thought it would be.And Tiffany will find that she needs her magic more than ever, to fight off the insidious, disembodied creature that is pursuing her.This time, neither Mistress Weatherwax (the greatest witch in the world) nor the fierce, six-inch-high Wee Free Men can protect her. In the end, it will take all of Tiffanys inner strength to save herself. Author Biography Terry Pratchett was the acclaimed creator of the global bestselling Discworld series, the first of which, The Colour of Magic, was published in 1983. In all, he was the author of over fifty bestselling books. His novels have been widely adapted for stage and screen, and he was the winner of multiple prizes, including the Carnegie Medal, as well as being awarded a knighthood for services to literature. He died in March 2015.terrypratchettbooks.com Review Fantastically inventive and humorous * The Sunday Times * Review Text Fantastically inventive and humorous Review Quote Fantastically inventive and humorous Promotional "Headline" The second book in the incredible Tiffany Aching series. Now in a brand-new gift edition, part of the Discworld Hardback Library. Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 LEAVING It came crackling over the hills, like an invisible fog. Movement without a body tired it, and it drifted very slowly. It wasnt thinking now. It had been months since it had last thought, because the brain that was doing the thinking for it had died. They always died. So now it was naked again, and frightened. It could hide in one of the blobby white creatures that baad nervously as it crawled over the turf. But they had useless brains, capable of thinking only about grass and making other things that went baa. No. They would not do. It needed, needed something better, a strong mind, a mind with power, a mind that could keep it safe. It searched . . . The new boots were all wrong. They were stiff and shiny. Shiny boots! That was disgraceful. Clean boots, that was different. There was nothing wrong with putting a bit of a polish on boots to keep the wet out. But boots had to work for a living. They shouldnt shine . Tiffany Aching, standing on the rug in her bedroom, shook her head. Shed have to scuff the things as soon as possible. Then there was the new straw hat, with a ribbon on it. She had some doubts about that, too. She tried to look at herself in the mirror, which wasnt easy because the mirror was not much bigger than her hand, and cracked and blotchy. She had to move it around to try and see as much of herself as possible and remember how the bits fitted together. But today . . . well, she didnt usually do this sort of thing in the house, but it was important to look smart today, and since no one was around . . . She put the mirror down on the rickety table by the bed, stood in the middle of the threadbare rug, shut her eyes and said: See me. And away on the hills something, a thing with no body and no mind but a terrible hunger and a bottomless fear, felt the power. It would have sniffed the air, if it had a nose. It searched. It found. Such a strange mind, like a lot of minds inside one another, getting smaller and smaller! So strong! So close! It changed direction slightly, and went a little faster. As it moved, it made a noise like a swarm of flies. The sheep, nervous for a moment about something they couldnt see, hear or smell, baad . . . . . . and went back to chewing grass. Tiffany opened her eyes. There she was, a few feet away from herself. She could see the back of her own head. Carefully, she moved around the room, not looking down at the her that was moving, because she found that if she did that then the trick was over. It was quite difficult, moving like that, but at last she was in front of herself and looking herself up and down. Brown hair to match brown eyes . . . there was nothing she could do about that. At least her hair was clean and shed washed her face. She had a new dress on, which improved things a bit. It was so unusual to buy new clothes in the Aching family that, of course, it was bought big so that shed grow into it. But at least it was pale green, and it didnt actually touch the floor. With the shiny new boots and the straw hat she looked . . . like a farmers daughter, quite respectable, going off to her first job. Itd have to do. From here she could see the pointy hat on her head, but she had to look hard for it. It was like a glint in the air, gone as soon as you saw it. Thats why shed been worried about the new straw hat, but it had simply gone through it as if the new hat wasnt there. This was because, in a way, it wasnt. It was invisible, except in the rain. Sun and wind went straight through, but rain and snow somehow saw it, and treated it as if it were real. Shed been given it by the greatest witch in the world, a real witch with a black dress and a black hat and eyes that could go through you like turpentine goes through a sick sheep. It had been a kind of reward. Tiffany had done magic, serious magic. Before she had done it she hadnt known that she could; when she had been doing it she hadnt known that she was; and after she had done it she hadnt known how she had. Now she had to learn how. See me not, she said. The vision of her . . . or whatever it was, because she was not exactly sure about this trick . . . vanished. It had been a shock, the first time shed done this. But shed always found it easy to see herself, at least in her head. All her memories were like little pictures of herself doing things or watching things, rather than the view from the two holes in the front of her head. There was a part of her that was always watching her. Miss Tick - another witch, but one who was easier to talk to than the witch whod given Tiffany the hat - had said that a witch had to know how to stand apart, and that shed find out more when her talent grew, so Tiffany supposed the see me was part of this. Sometimes Tiffany thought she ought to talk to Miss Tick about see me. It felt as if she was stepping out of her body, but still had a sort of ghost body that could walk around. It all worked as long as her ghost eyes didnt look down and see that she was just a ghost body. If that happened, some part of her panicked and she found herself back in her solid body immediately. Tiffany had, in the end, decided to keep this to herself. You didnt have to tell a teacher everything . Anyway, it was a good trick for when you didnt have a mirror. Miss Tick was a sort of witch-finder. That seemed to be how witchcraft worked. Some witches kept a magical lookout for girls who showed promise, and found them an older witch to help them along. They didnt teach you how to do it. They taught you how to know what you were doing. Witches were a bit like cats. They didnt much like one anothers company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were , just in case they needed them. And what you might need them for was to tell you, as a friend, that you were beginning to cackle. Witches didnt fear much, Miss Tick had said, but what the powerful ones were afraid of, even if they didnt talk about it, was what they called going to the bad . It was too easy to slip into careless little cruelties because you had power and other people hadnt, too easy to think other people didnt matter much, too easy to think that ideas like right and wrong didnt apply to you . At the end of that road was you dribbling and cackling to yourself all alone in a gingerbread house, growing warts on your nose. Witches needed to know other witches were watching them. And that, Tiffany thought, was why the hat was there. She could touch it any time, provided she shut her eyes. It was a kind of reminder . . . Tiffany! her mother shouted up the stairs. Miss Ticks here! Details ISBN0857536060 Pages 352 Series Discworld Novels Year 2021 ISBN-10 0857536060 ISBN-13 9780857536068 Format Hardcover Publication Date 2021-06-10 UK Release Date 2021-06-10 Audience Age 10-18 Imprint Doubleday Childrens Books Country of Publication United Kingdom AU Release Date 2021-06-10 NZ Release Date 2021-06-10 Subtitle Discworld Hardback Library Illustrator Gladys Jose Birth 1927 Affiliation Clark University Position journalist Qualifications J.D. Author Terry Pratchett Publisher Penguin Random House Childrens UK DEWEY 823.92 Alternative 9781787620575 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:133123450;

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