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Lords and Ladies (Discworld, #14)
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The gals have been gone a while, and lots of things can happen in eight month's time.
Magrat is still planning to marry the new king (and former fool) of Lancre, and anyone who's everyone will be attending the Royal Wedding, including our favorite Librarian. (If only they can get him to put on some clothes...)
But wait...strange things are happening. (Well, stranger things than the strange things that normally happen in Discworld.)
Even the bees are worried.
Granny Weatherwax is reunited with an old love. Nanny Ogg is being wooed by a dwarf who's also the world's second greatest lover. Magrat is discovering that being Queen is really...boring.
And the "lords and ladies" have somehow found a way through, and here's a hint...they're NOT here for the Morris Dancing!
Now, it's up to the witches to stop Magrat's fairy tale ending from being ruined by...fairies.
Magrat is still planning to marry the new king (and former fool) of Lancre, and anyone who's everyone will be attending the Royal Wedding, including our favorite Librarian. (If only they can get him to put on some clothes...)
But wait...strange things are happening. (Well, stranger things than the strange things that normally happen in Discworld.)
Even the bees are worried.
Granny Weatherwax is reunited with an old love. Nanny Ogg is being wooed by a dwarf who's also the world's second greatest lover. Magrat is discovering that being Queen is really...boring.
And the "lords and ladies" have somehow found a way through, and here's a hint...they're NOT here for the Morris Dancing!
Now, it's up to the witches to stop Magrat's fairy tale ending from being ruined by...fairies.
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Reading Progress
April 18, 2013
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Started Reading
April 18, 2013
– Shelved
April 21, 2013
– Shelved as:
fantasy
April 21, 2013
– Shelved as:
humorous-fiction
April 21, 2013
– Shelved as:
wascally-witches
April 21, 2013
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Finished Reading