Guards! Guards!

Det finns en plats dit alla drakar försvann. De ligger där...inte döda, inte sovande...i dvala. Och trots att den plats där de befinner sig inte är som normalt utrymme, är de ändå tätt packade. De kunde påminna om en burk sardiner. Ifall sardiner var enorma och fjälliga och kunde spruta eld. Och man kan anta att någonstans finns den nyckel som öppnar deras burk emot havet... 'It was the usual Ankh-Morpork mob in times of crisis; half of them were here to complain, a quarter of them were here to watch the other half, and the remainder were here to rob, importune or sell hotdogs to the rest.' Insurrection is in the air in the city of Ankh-Morpork. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again. Captain Sam Vimes of the city's ramshackle Night Watch is used to this. It's enough to drive a man to drink. Well, to drink more. But this time, something is different - the Have-Nots have found the key to a dormant, lethal weapon that even they don't fully understand, and they're about to unleash a campaign of terror on the city. Time for Captain Vimes to sober up.