Then it came to her. She did deserve to die. And she was alone. She never would...

Then it came to her. She did deserve to die. And she was alone. She never would be. Not while her land was beneath her boots. land. The land of the Achings.
She was Tiffany Aching. Not Granny Weatherwax, but a witch in her own right. A witch who knew exactly who she was and how she wanted to do things. Her way. And she had not failed, because she had barely begun...