It's an offer you can't refuse. Who would not to wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork's RoyalMint and the bank next door? It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning,the life is not necessarily for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's somethingnameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself is pretty
nameless), itturns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss. A 300 year old wizard isafter his girlfriend, he's about to be exposed as a fraud, but theAssassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him dead Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is . . . Making Money!