Discworld - Mort

’Death comes to us all. When he came to Mort he offered him a job.’

Death is the Grim Reaper of the Discworld a black – robed skeleton carrying a scythe who must collect a minimum number of souls in order to keep the momentum of dying well . . . alive.

He is also fond of cats and endlessly baffled by humanity. Soon Death is yearning to experience what humanity really has to offer but to do that he’ll need to hire some help.

It’s an offer Mort can’t refuse. As Death’s apprentice he’ll have free board use of the company horse – and being dead isn’t compulsory. It’s a dream job – until Mort falls in love with Death’s daughter Ysabell and discovers that your boss can be a killer on your love life . . .

’Cracking dialogue compelling illogic and unchained whimsy’A? Sunday Times