Maskerade: (Discworld Novel 18) Audiobook (Free)

‘I believed: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over money. Got to be better than the cut-throat globe of yoghurt, I believed. Now everwhere I move there’s…’

Death, to be precise. And a lot of it. In unpleasant variants. This isn’t actual life. This isn’t even cheesemongering. It’s opera. Where the music matters and where an opera home has been terrorised by a man in evening dress having a white mask, lurking in the shadows, sometimes killing people, & most worryingly, sending little notes, writing maniacal laughter with five exclamation marks. Opera can do that to a man. In such situations, life has obviously reached that eager point where the wrong move to make must be the right thing to do…