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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Not developing a personality, are you? One said, guiltily, Who? Us? One said,
Where there is personality, there is discord. One said, Yes. Yes. Very true. One
said, All right. But watch it in future. One said, Then we are agreed? They looked
There was no reply. “The Great Trout what?” said another mayfly, nervously. They
looked down at a series of expanding concentric rings on the water. “The holy
sign!” said a mayfly. “I remember being told about that! A Great Circle in the water
In the warm, horsey gloom of the stable, Death's pale horse looked up from its
oats and gave a little whinny of greeting. The horse's name was Binky. He was a
real horse. Death had tried fiery steeds and skeletal horses in the past, and found
He closed the watch again and looked around desperately. No one else seemed
anxious to come too near Windle Poons. The Bursar felt it was up to him to make
polite conversation. He surveyed possible topics. They all presented problems.
“Bingbing bong bing,” said the demon. “Bingelybingely bong bing bing.” “What?”
said the Bursar, jolted. “Half past nine,” said the demon. The wizards turned to
Windle Poons. They looked faintly accusing. “What're you all looking at?” he said.
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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