Moist von Lipwig is a con designer and a fraud and a man faced with a existence choice: be hanged, or place Ankh-Morpork’s ailing postal provider back about its feet.

It was a tough decision.

But he’s got to see the fact that email gets though, come rainfall, hail, sleet, dogs, the Post Office Workers Friendly and Benevolent Society, the bad chairman from the Grand Trunk Semaphore Company, and a midnight killer.

Getting a time with Adora Bell Dearheart will be nice, too.

Maybe it’ll take a criminal to achieve success where honest men have failed, or possibly it’s a death word either way.

Or simply there’s a go at redemption in the mad globe of the email, waiting for a man who’s prepared to press the envelope…