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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Supposing gravity developed a personality? Supposing it decided to like people?
One said, Got a crush on them, sort of thing? One said, in a voice that would have
been even chillier if it was not already at absolute zero, No. One said, Sorry.
By the end of the sentence Albert's voice was beseeching. Death pulled off the
towel and stood up. COME WITH ME. “But you're Death, master,” said Albert,
running crab-legged after the tall figure as it led the way out into the hall and
down the ...
He leaned down. “Can I help you to some more potato salad?” he said, in the
loud deliberate voice used for talking to imbeciles and old people. Windle
cupped a trembling hand to his ear. “What? What?” “More! salad! Windle?” “No,
“Hallo. Anyone there? What ho?” There was a distant, forlorn soughing, as of
wind at the end of a tunnel. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” said Windle,
his voice trembling with mad cheerfulness. “Don't worry. I'm quite looking forward
The distant clatter of cutlery and the buzz of voices suggested that one of the
University's four daily meals was in progress. He wondered whether you were
allowed to eat when you were dead. Probably not, he thought. And could he eat,
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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