Reaper Man: A Novel of Discworld
They say there are only two things you can count on ...
But that was before DEATH started pondering the existential. Of course, the last thing anyone needs is a squeamish Grim Reaper and soon his Discworld bosses have sent him off with best wishes and a well-earned gold watch. Now DEATH is having the time of his life, finding greener pastures where he can put his scythe to a whole new use.
But like every cutback in an important public service, DEATH's demise soon leads to chaos and unrest -- literally, for those whose time was supposed to be up, like Windle Poons. The oldest geezer in the entire faculty of Unseen University -- home of magic, wizardry, and big dinners -- Windle was looking forward to a wonderful afterlife, not this boring been-there-done-that routine. To get the fresh start he deserves, Windle and the rest of Ankh-Morpork's undead and underemployed set off to find DEATH and save the world for the living (and everybody else, of course).
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“You don't get cows at all.” “What's a cow?” said one of the hatchlings. “See?”
said the oldest mayfly triumphantly. “That's modern Ephemeroptera for you.” It
paused. “What were we doing before we were talking about the REAPER MAN 7.
The pines stared out over a thousand miles of landscape. The sky flickered like a
bad special effect from a time travel movie. Snow appeared, stayed for an instant,
and melted. “What was it, then?” said the nearest pine. “Ice. If you can call it ice.
“You don't happen to know what he'll be like, do you?” No. “Perhaps I'd better,
you know, clean the place up a bit, get an inventory prepared, that sort of thing?”
GOOD IDEA, said Death, as kindly as possible. WHEN ISEE THE NEW DEATH, ...
“And now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?” he said. Death
mounted his horse. IAM GOING TO SPEND IT. The party was in full swing. The
banner with the legend “Goodebye Windle 130 Gloriouse Years” was drooping a
bit in ...
A Novel of Discworld Terry Pratchett. “What? What?” “More! salad! Windle?” “No,
thank you.” “Another sausage, then?” “What?” “Sausage!” “They give me terrible
gas all night,” said Windle. He considered this for a moment, and then took five.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Herenya - LibraryThing
When Death is, well, fired (for want of a better word), he finds himself a different job. But his absence causes problems for those who die, particularly for Windle Poons, the oldest wizard at the ... Read full review
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This isn't Pratchett's best. I don't think he is the best at writing action scenes—or perhaps writing cartoonish action scenes is intrinsically hard. A substantial part of this book covers two ... Read full review