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 . . . A night-time prowler is turning the inhabitants of Ankh-Morpork, the greatest city in Discworld, into something resembling charcoal biscuits. Captain Vimes of the City Watch is given the task of tracking down the culprit, a seventy-foot dragon.
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