The Shepherd's Crown

That's that, then. I'll never again read a Terry Pratchett book I haven't read before. This isn't a bad way to go out. The witches have always been one of my favourite Discworld strands, and this one is positively full of them. It's a long way from his best, and sometimes it's all too obvious that it was at least one draft away from being quite finished, but it's also nowhere near the worst. Pratchett's virtues of compassion and a kind of exasperated love for the common man shine through here. It's a capstone to a fine career, and he'll be missed.