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Vigyázat! Cselekményleírást tartalmaz.

Mightily Oats has not picked a good time to be a priest. He thought he'd come to Lancre for a simple ceremony. Now he's caught up in a war between vampires and witches.

There's Young Agnes, who is really in two minds about everything. Magrat, who is trying to combine witchcraft and nappies, Nanny Ogg… and Granny Weatherwax, who is big trouble.

And the vampires are intelligent. They've got style and fancy waistcoats. They're out of the casket, and want a bite of the future. Mightily Oats knows he has a prayer, but he wishes he had an axe.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1998

A következő kiadói sorozatban jelent meg: The Discworld Collector's Library

Doubleday, London, 2016
410 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9780857524157
Transworld, 2008
422 oldal · ASIN: B00354YA7C
HarperCollins, London, 2000
400 oldal · ISBN: 0061020397

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Viktoria_Agnes_Takacs P
Terry Pratchett: Carpe Jugulum (angol)

Ezek a modern vámpírok! Már bennük sem lehet bízni. Jó kis kalamajka kerekedik megint Lancre-ban, de persze a boszik csak megoldják ezt is. Az öreg báró a végén csillagos ötös.

ujhelyiz P
Terry Pratchett: Carpe Jugulum (angol)

Egy újabb Pratchett történet Lancre-ből, ahol a már ismert boszorkánykörünk most a vámpíroktól védi meg olvasóit. Minden benne van, amiért ezeket a könyveket szeretem: fanyar, de intelligens (többnyire :) ) humor, vicces karakterek. Ugyanakkor viszont ahhoz képest, hogy vámpírokról, istenekről, főnixekről és egyéb mitikus lényekről beszél, nagyon is modern és emberi az egész.

Miért is fontos ez nekem ennyire? Azért, mert jó egyszerű történeteket látni arról, hogy mit tesznek az emberek, ez mikor jó, mikor nem jó; és a kiemelt gondolattal is nagyon egyet tudok érteni: tiszteld a másik embert!

Az pedig, hogy ez egy szórakoztató könyvben kerül elő, már csak hab a tortán, mert így könnyű elolvasni és véleményt formálni róla.

Terry Pratchett: Carpe Jugulum (angol)

Bevallom, nem tartozott a kedvenceim közé. Szerintem a boszorkány-téma eddigre már eléggé kimerült. Talán nem véletlen, hogy Pratchett át is nyergelt a Tiffany-könyvekre, amelyek egy újabb, frisebb szemszögre épülnek (de azért van bennük Granny Weatherwax :)

Terry Pratchett: Carpe Jugulum (angol)

Egy fantasztikus befejezese a sorozatnak (marmint a boszis alsorozatnak). Van itt kerem vallas, fejszek, vampyrok (igen y-nal), es egy hitterito pap aki reg megbanta donteset mi szerint o majd lezavar egy keresztelot Lancre-ban! Egy csoppet talan mar sotetebb a hangvetele mint a tobbinek, inkabb hasonlit a Night Watch hangulatahoz (ami masik nagy kedvenc az orseg alsorozatbol).

Terry Pratchett: Carpe Jugulum (angol)

A könyvben boszorkányok küzdenek a vámpyrok ellen, és szerencsére egyik oldal sem az, amit megszokhattunk. Izgalmas és érdekes, valamint vicces is. Ebben a könyvben bukkan fel Pratchett egyik legjobb kasztja, a horrorisztikus szolgáló, az Igor (mert hát minden egyes Igort Igornak hívnak :)).

Népszerű idézetek


When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they're getting worried that they won't like the truth.


Supposing there was justice for all, after all? For every unheeded beggar, every harsh word, every neglected duty, every slight … every choice … Because that was the point, wasn't it? You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong, but you had to choose, knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, that there was no right anywhere. And always, always, you did it by yourself. Your were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. Never any tears, never any apology, never any regrets…

73. oldal


A little hatch shot open behind the doleful Igor.

'Why've we stopped this time?'

'Troll'th in the way, marthter.'

'A what?'

Igor rolled his eyes. 'A troll'th in the way,' he said.

The hatch shut. There was a whispered conversation inside the coach. The hatch opened.

'You mean a troll?'

'Yeth, marthter.'

'Run it down!'

The troll advanced, holding a flickering torch above its head. At some point recently someone had said 'This troll needs a uniform' and had found that the only thing in the armoury that would fit was the helmet, and then only if you attached it to his head with string.

'The old Count wouldn't have told me to run it down,' Igor muttered, not quite under his breath. 'But, then, he wath a gentleman.'

'What was that?' a female voice snapped.

The troll reached the coach and banged its knuckles on its helmet respectfully.

'Evenin',' it said. 'Dis is a bit embarrassin'. You know a pole?'

'Pole?' said Igor suspiciously.

'It are a long wooden fing-'

'Yeth? Well? What about it?'

'I'd like you to imagine, right, dat dere's a black an' yellow striped one across dis road, right? Only 'cos we've only got der one, an' it's bein' used up on der Copperhead road tonight.'

The hatch slid open.

'Get a move on, man! Run it down !'

'I could go an' get it if you like,' said the troll, shifting nervously from one huge foot to the other. 'Only it wouldn't be here till tomorrow, right? Or you could pretend it's here right now, an' then I could pretend to lift it up, and dat'd be okay, right?'

'Do it, then,' said Igor. He ignored the grumbling behind him. The old Count had always been polite to trolls even though you couldn't bite them, and that was real class in a vampire.

'Only firs' I gotta stamp somethin',' said the troll. It held up half a potato and a paint-soaked rag.


'Shows you've bin past me,' said the troll.

'Yeth, but we will have been parthed you,' Igor pointed out. 'I mean, everyone will know we've been parthed you becauthe we are.'

'But it'll show you done it officially,' said the troll.

'What'll happen if we jutht drive on?' said Igor.

'Er… den I won't lift der pole,' said the troll.

Locked in a metaphysical conundrum, they both looked at the patch of road where the virtual pole barred the way.

Normally, Igor wouldn't have wasted any time. But the family had been getting on his nerves, and he reacted in the traditional way of the put-upon servant by suddenly becoming very stupid. He leaned down and addressed the coach's occupants through the hatch.

'It'th a border check, marthter,' he said. 'We got to have thomething thtamped.'

There was more whispering inside the coach, and then a large white rectangle, edged in gold, was thrust ungraciously through the hatch. Igor passed it down.

'Seems a shame,' said the troll, stamping it inexpertly and handing it back.

'What'th thith?' Igor demanded.


'Thith… thtupid mark!'

'Well, the potato wasn't big enough for the official seal and I don't know what a seal look like in any case but I reckon dat's a good carvin' of a duck I done there,' said the troll cheerfully. 'Now… are you ready? 'Cos I'm liftin' der pole. Here it goes now. Look at it pointin' up in der air like dat. Dis means you can go.'

ujhelyiz P

Then Granny said, 'It's no good you trying to make me believe in Om, though.'
'Om forbid that I should try, Mistress Wheatherwax. I haven't even given you a pamphlet, have I?'
'No, but you're trying to make me think, „Oo, what a nice young man, his god must be something special if nice young men like him helps old ladies like me,” aren't you?'
'Really? Well, it's not working.'

348. oldal (Corgi, 1999)

ujhelyiz P

'And Thcrapth ith nine-thirtyeight Rottweiler.'
'Which parts, as a matter of interest.'
'Two legs, one ear, lotth of tubeth and lower jaw,' said Igor promptly as they hurried off again.
'Yes, but he got a spaniel brain,' said Nanny.
'It'th in the bone,' said Igor, 'He holds people in his jawth and beatth them thentheleth with hith tailth.'
'He wags people to death?'
'Theometimeth he drownth them in dribble,' said Igor.

332. oldal (Corgi, 1999)


As the eye of narrative drew back from the coffin on its stand, two things happened. One happened comparatively slowly, and this was Vargo's realization that he never recalled the coffin having a pillow before. The other was Greebo deciding that he was as mad as hell and wasn't going to take it any more.


My granny used to say if you’re too sharp you’ll cut yourself

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