On the Discworld’s last continent, 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. It will all die in a few days, except. . . Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Champion sheep shearer, horse rider, road warrior, beer drinker. A man in a hat, whose Luggage follows him on little legs, Yes . . . all this place has between itself and wind-blown doom is Rincewind, the inept wizard. He was accidentally sent to the fabled continent of xxxx (since people weren’t sure it existed why name it) when the wizards of Unseen University tried to return him from the Counterweight Continent . Now guided by a spirit guide (kangaroo shaped of course) Rincewind tries to stay out of trouble and just get home. The last continent curiously resembles Australia in some rather amusing ways.