Guards! Guards! Robin Jarvis I was my dad's vinyl-wallah:

I was my dad's vinyl-wallah: I changed his records while he lounged around drinking tea

there was a murder in the mix - or was it suicide

Now he lives an existence of solitary confinement on the edge of the Florida Everglades

But this is Mancreu

hostile tribes and the cold touch of betrayal yet his troubles have only just begun

Guards! Guards! Robin Jarvis I was my dad's vinyl-wallah: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 8th Discworld novel and after this, dragons will never be the same again!