This is the Discworlds last continent, a completely separate creation.
Its hot. Its dry . . . very dry. There was this thing once called The Wet, which no one now believes in. Practically everything thats not poisonous is venomous. But its the best bloody place in the world, all right?
And itll die in a few days, except . . .
Who is this hero striding across the red desert? Champion sheep shearer, horse rider, road warrior, beer drinker, bush ranger and someone wholl even eat a Meat Pie Floater when hes sober? A man in a hat, whose Luggage follows him on little legs, whos about to change history by preventing a swagman stealing a jumbuck by a billabong?
Yes . . . all this place has between itself and wind-blown doom is Rincewind, the inept wizard who cant even spell wizard. Hes the only hero left.
Still... no worries, eh?
The Last Continent is the twenty-second in Terry Pratchetts phenomenally successful
Terry Pratchett would like it to be known that The Last Continent is not a book about
Australia. Its just vaguely Australian.