'The novel exudes the curious feel of old-fashioned vampire and Frankenstein legends. . . . Pratchett lampoons everything from Christian superstition to Swiss Army knives here, proving that the fantasy satire of Discworld 'still ate'nt dead.''--Publishers Weekly An invasion of fashionable blood-sucking vampyres are no match for the wacky wands and zany spells of a coven of rural witches in this wonderfully entertaining Discworld novel from New York Times bestselling author Terry Pratchett. In a fit of enlightened democracy and ebullient goodwill brought on by the birth of his new daughter, King Verence invites Uberwald's undead, the sophisticated Magpyrs, into Lancre. Everyone knows you don't allow vampires into your castle--unless you want permanent guests. Now that they're here, these wine-drinking, garlic-eating, fancy waistcoat-wearing, sun-loving stylish vampires have no intention of leaving . . . ever. But the modern, urban Magpyres haven't met their old-fashioned country
