This city is full of magic—and it’s not a metaphor. Magic here is absolutely practical. Here babies can call for a nurse without words; and as they grow older, they learn to play quietly on the ceiling so as not to get in adults’ way; cooks use simple spells instead of salt and pepper; old door locks shout in their voices, warning of the approach of strangers; and pies fly by themselves from the kitchens to the tables of lazy eaters. Yes, you’re not mistaken—this city is Ankh-Morpork.
And in the tower on the roof of the Hairy House, Sir Max is waiting for you.
And all that can be said is this: it has happened! Sir Max is back in Ankh-Morpork again, back in service in the Secret Bureau—and everything is returning to the way it was. At the same time, a new cycle of Max’s adventures begins: “Ankh-Morpork Dreams.”