By Terry Pratchett
L. a. vallée de Koom ? C'est là que les trolls ont tendu une embuscade aux nains, ou peut-être les nains aux trolls. Dans un will pay reculé. En des temps reculés. Mais, s'il ne résout pas le meurtre d'un specified nain, le commissaire Vimaire du Guet d'Ankh-Morpork assistera à l. a. réédition de cette bataille, là-dehors, sous les fenêtres de son bureau. Alors que son Guet se fissure autour de lui et que résonnent les tambours de guerre, il lui faut débrouiller chaque indice, se montrer plus malin que chaque murderer et braver les ténèbres. Des ténèbres qui le suivent. Oh... et à 18 heures tous les jours sans faute – aucune excuse ne sera tolérée – il doit rentrer chez lui. On n'échappe pas à certains devoirs.
« … merveilleusement instructif. »
Tripet Tourillon, Le Disque-Monde
« … Ne sommes-nous pas tous, d’une certaine façon, à l. a. recherche de notre vache ? »
Briac Levure, los angeles Gazette littéraire d’Ankh-Morpork et l. a. Revue des subrogeurs de paradigmes.
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