Wyrd Sisters - Playtext

The play script adaptation of the classic fantasy novel by Terry Pratchett, the second book in the Witches series, part of the Discworld novels.'Pratchett's Discworld books have made millions of people happy' Guardian‘Comedy fantasy at its very best’ 5-star reader review'Destiny is important, see, but people go wrong when they think it controls them. It's the other way around.'Three witches gathered on a lonely heath. A king cruelly murdered, his throne usurped by his ambitious cousin. A child heir and the royal crown, both missing. Witches don't have these kinds of leadership problems themselves - in fact, they don't have leaders.Granny Weatherwax is the most highly regarded of the leaders they don't have. But even she finds that meddling in royal politics is a lot more complicated than certain playwrights would have you believe.Particularly when the blood on your hands just won't wash off . . .Wyrd Sisters is the second book in the Witches series, but you can read the Discworld novels in any order.Praise for the Discworld series:'[Pratchett’s] spectacular inventiveness makes the Discworld series one of the perennial joys of modern fiction' Mail on Sunday‘Pratchett is a master storyteller’ Guardian'One of our greatest fantasists, and beyond a doubt the funniest' George R.R. Martin'One of those rare writers who appeals to everyone’ Daily Express‘One of the most consistently funny writers around’ Ben Aaronovitch‘Masterful and brilliant’ Fantasy & Science Fiction‘Pratchett uses his other world to hold up a distorting mirror to our own… he is a satirist of enormous talent ... incredibly funny ... compulsively readable' The Times‘The best humorous English author since P.G. Wodehouse' The Sunday Telegraph‘Nothing short of magical’ Chicago Tribune'Consistently funny, consistently clever and consistently surprising in its twists and turns' SFX‘[Discworld is] compulsively readable, fantastically inventive, surprisingly serious exploration in story form of just about any aspect of our world…There's never been anything quite like it’ Evening Standard