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The syllabus at the Assassins’ Guild didn’t cover running a desert kingdom . . . and a newly deified teenage pharaoh is about to find out just what it means to be a god in this hilarious Discworld novel from beloved New York Times bestselling author Sir Terry Pratchett.

Young Prince Teppic, heir to the throne of Djelibeybi, needs some schooling to prepare him to rule the Kingdom of the Sun. And there’s nowhere better to get a proper education than the Assassins’ Guild far across the sea in Ankh-Morpork.

But when Teppic’s father dies suddenly, fate leads Teppic to something more murderous: politics.

It isn’t easy being a teenage pharaoh. There are the myriad administrative duties—dealing with mad priests, sacred crocodiles, and marching mummies—not to mention deceit, betrayal, and a headstrong handmaiden. Then there’s the problem of a suitable resting place for dad. As tradition dictates, the new king must build a monumental pyramid to honor his predecessor. But this pyramid to end all pyramids might just bankrupt the kingdom and warp the very fabric of time and space itself.

Sometimes being a god is no fun at all. . . .