This is the Discworld’s last continent, a completely separate creation.
It’s hot. It’s dry... very dry. There was this thing once called the Wet, which no-one now believes in.
Practically everything that’s not poisonous is venomous. But it’s the best bloody place in the world, all right?
And it’ll die in a few days, except... Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Champion sheep shearer, horse rider, road warrior, beer drinker, bush ranger and someone who’ll even eat a Meat Pie Floater when he’s sober? A man in a hat, whose Luggage follows him on little legs, who’s about to change history by preventing a swagman stealing a jumbuck by a billabong?
Yes... all this place has between itself and wind-blown doom is Rincewind, the inept wizard who can’t even spell wizard. He’s the only hero left. Still... no worries, eh?
THE LAST CONTINENT is the twenty-second in Terry Pratchett’s phenomenally successful Discworld series. Terry Pratchett would like it to be known that THE LAST CONTINENT is not a book about Australia, it’s just vaguely Australian.