I shall wear midnight

'I'm feared for the big wee hag...'

Tiffany Aching is a witch. And she thinks she's doing a good job for the people of the Chalk. Even if the job does seem to involve a lot of bandaging legs and cutting old ladies' toenails and not much, well, magic.

Or sleep.

But somewhere some time — there's a tangled ball of evil and spite, of hatred and malice, that has woken up. And it's waking up all the old stories too — stories about evil old witches.

Suddenly Tiffany isn't so sure she's doing the right thing. And her tiny allies — the fightin' Nac Mac Feegles — are only making things more difficult.

Things are supposed to look better after a good night's sleep.

But they won't.
They're about to get a lot, lot worse.

And a witch has to deal with what is in front of her ...