By Terry Pratchett
One second, Sir Sam Vimes is in his previous patrolman shape, chasing a sweet-talking psychopath around the rooftops of Ankh-Morpork. the subsequent, he's mendacity bare on the street, having been despatched again thirty years courtesy of a gaggle of time-manipulating priests who won't go away good sufficient on my own. This Discworld is a darker position that Vimes recollects too good, 3 a long time prior to his identify, fortune, cherished spouse, and drawing close first baby. Worse nonetheless, the assassin he's pursuing has been transported again additionally. Worst of all, it's the eve of a fabled road uprising that needlessly destroyed various solid (and now not so strong) males. Sam Vimes is aware his accountability, and via altering heritage he may simply avoid wasting useful necks—though it might fee him his personal own destiny. Plus there's an opportunity to guide a amateur watchman immediately and train him a necessary factor or 3 approximately policing, an impressionable younger copper named Sam Vimes.