This is where the dragons went. They lie … not dead, not asleep, but … dormant. And although the space they occupy isn’t like normal space, nevertheless they are packed in tightly. They could put you in mind of a can of sardines, if you thought sardines were huge and scaly. And presumably, somewhere, there’s a key…
GUARDS! GUARDS! is the eighth Discworld novel - and after this, dragons will never be the same again!
- Cat. No.