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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The conversation took seventeen years, but has been speeded up. “I remember
when all this wasn't fields.” The pines stared out over a thousand miles of
landscape. The sky flickered like a bad special effect from a time travel movie.
Since the trees were unable even to sense any event that took place in less than
a day, they never heard the sound of axes. Windle Poons, oldest wizard in the
entire faculty of Unseen University— —home of magic, wizardry and big dinners
Mmm. Everyday took an age to go by, which was odd, because days plural went
past like a stampede. There weren't many things people wanted a 130year-old
wizard to do, and Windle had got into the habit of arriving at the dining-table up to
Death took the saddle down from its hook and glanced at Albert, who was
suffering a crisis of conscience. Thousands of years before, Albert had opted to
serve Death rather than die. He wasn't exactly immortal. Real time was forbidden
“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. “Er,” shouted the Bursar, “do you happen to know what time—?” “Eh?” “
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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