Soon he will have to face the being chosen to replace him.Īcross the Discworld, the scales of existence are unbalanced, with a vast surplus of Life causing magical disturbances. Death, under the sobriquet Bill Door, awkwardly accustoms himself to the customs of the country – going down the pub darts the village dance – but, deep down, he knows that his time is limited. After all, there aren’t that many jobs that call for great familiarity with a scythe. And so, at a quiet farm in a country village in the middle of nowhere, a stranger presents himself at the door of Miss Flitworth, who’s looking for a man to work with her bringing in the harvest. He just has to find a way to make his remaining time count, and to utilise his existing skills. He still looks like a seven-foot-tall skeleton, of course, but humans are suggestible creatures and he can get past that. The Discworld, never the most stable place at the best of times, is about to face a whole new challenge…įor Death, the inconvenience of suddenly becoming mortal is offset by the chance to finally experience life for himself. And so Death, to his surprise, is sacked. When the Auditors decide that his attitude is jeopardising his professional detachment, they decide to take action. clients… than he should be, and the Powers That Be are beginning to notice. As we’ve seen in earlier books, Death has a habit of being rather more interested in the lives of his….
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