Description:

This is where the dragons went. They lie...not dead, not asleep, but...dormant. And although the space they occupy isn't like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly. And presumably, somewhere, there's a key..."Guards! Guards!" is the eighth "Discworld" novel - and after this, dragons will never be the same again!

Review

"'Pratchett has a masterful ear for dialogue, a keen eye for the ridiculous and a real feel for language'" Time Out "'This is one of Pratchett's best books. Hilarious and highly recommended'" The Times

From the Back Cover

Here there be dragons...and the denizens of Ankh-Morpork wish one huge firebreather would return from whence it came. Long believed extinct, a superb specimen of draco nobilis ("noble dragon" for those who don't understand italics) has appeared in Discworld's greatest city. Not only does this unwelcome visitor have a nasty habit of charbroiling everything in its path, in rather short order it is crowned King (it is a noble dragon, after all...).