The lilacs are in bloom, and Sam Vimes is on the hunt for a killer. Just when Vimes has Carcer in his sights, they are thrown back in time by a magical storm, to the days before the
People’s Revolution of the Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May. Change is in the air, and Sam Vimes knows how it goes. There will be blood and death, and maybe a hard-boiled egg. One tyrant dies, and another takes his place. Sam must live it all again if he is to make it home to his family.
I don’t know how to tell you how I feel about this book. There is so much hope in this book. Hope for a better society, hope for freedom and justice and truth. There’s also the reality that you probably won’t get freedom or justice or truth. So you fight the best you can anyway, even if you know it might not matter.
And here is where I yell at you all to go read Terry Pratchett already, godsdammit.
