By Terry Pratchett
C’est un homme comblé que le duc Sam Vimaire, commissaire divisionnaire du Guet d’Ankh-Morpork, heureux père bientôt. Hélas ! l. a. poursuite d’un dangereux criminel entraîne un twist of fate qui le ramène dans son propre passé, en un temps de tumulte et de violence.
Vivre dans le passé n’est pas facile mais y mourir étonnamment basic. Il doit pourtant survivre motor vehicle des tâches essentielles l’attendent : mettre le grappin sur un meurtrier, s’instruire lui-même, débutant, pour devenir un bon flic et changer l’issue d’une rébellion sanglante.
À l’assaut des paradoxes temporels, un « conte d’une ville » façon Disque-monde, avec sa assortment de gavroches, de dames à l’affection négociable (« L’amour au juste prix ! »), de rebelles, de policiers de l. a. Secrète et autres enfants de l. a. révolution.
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Ronde de nuit (Les annales du Dique-monde, Tome 29) by Terry Pratchett