Lost in the chill deeps of space between the galaxies, it sails on forever, a flat, circular world carried on the back of a giant turtle - Discworld - a land where the unexpected can be expected. Where the strangest things happen to the nicest people. Like Brutha, a simple lad who only wants to tend his melon patch. Until one day he hears the voice of a god calling his name. A small god, to be sure. But bossy. Brutha is the Chosen One. His god has spoken to him, admittedly while in the shape of a tortoise. Brutha is a simple lad with few wants. He wants to overthrow a huge and corrupt church. He wants to prevent a horrible and holy war. He wants peace and brotherly love. He wants the inquisition to stop torturing him now, please. But most of all, what he really wants is for his god to choose Someone Else.