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).
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.
One said, Oh, one of that sort. I hate them. One said, You're doing it again. You
said “I.” One said, No! No! I didn't! I never said “I”! ... oh, bugger . . . It burst into
flame and burned in the same way that a small cloud of vapor burns, quickly and
The young tree, which was a mere five thousand, one hundred and eleven years
old, said: “What sort of Better Place?” “We're not sure,” said one of the clump. It
trembled uneasily in a week-long gale. “But we think it involves . . . sawdust.
It was something in the wood ... it was the wrong sort of wood. Everything was
wrong these days. More thin. More fuzzy. No real life in anything. And the days
were shorter. Mmm. Something had gone wrong with the days. They were shorter
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 passage to the stable. “This isn't some sort of joke, is it
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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