Amazingly, former arch-swindler-turned-Postmaster General Moist von Lipwig has somehow managed to get the woefully inefficient Ankh-Morpork Post Office running like . . . well, not like a government office at all. Now the supreme despot Lord Vetinari is asking Moist if hed like to make some real money. Vetinari wants Moist to resuscitate the venerable Royal Mint—so that perhaps it will no longer cost considerably more than a penny to make a penny.
Moist doesnt want the job. However, a request from Ankh-Morporks current ruling tyrant isnt a request per se, more like a once-in-a-lifetime-offer-you-can-certainly-refuse-if-you-feel-youve-lived-quite-long-enough. So Moist will just have to learn to deal with elderly Royal Bank chairman Topsy (née Turvy) Lavish and her two loaded crossbows, a face-lapping Mint manager, and a chief clerk whos probably a vampire. But hell soon be making lethal enemies as well as money, especially if he cant figure out where all the gold has gone.