Making Money (Discworld Novel 36)

The Discworld is very much like our own – if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . .

Whoever said you can't fool an honest man wasn't one.

The Royal Bank is facing a crisis, and it’s time for a change of management.

There are a few problems that may arise with the job . . . The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire – there's something nameless in the cellar and it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss. Meanwhile, people actually want to know where the money’s gone. It's a job for life.

But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, that life is not necessarily a long one.

He’s about to be exposed as a fraud, but if he’s lucky the Assassins’ Guild might get him first. In fact, a lot of people want him dead. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies.

Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies.
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