The eighth Discworld novel! ; ; “The people next door oppress me all night long. I tell them I work all day a man’s got to have some time to learn to play the tuba. That’s oppression that is. If I’m not under the heel of the oppressor I don’t know who is!” ; ; The air of mean-minded resentfulness is thick in the streets of Ankh-Morpork. Insurrection is in the air. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again. The Have-Nots want some of their own magic. But magic in the hands of amateurs is a dangerous thing. ; ; The City Watch is the last line of defence against such unnatural goings-on. But when even the Watch have trouble telling Right from Wrong you know that Law and Order ain’t what it used to be. But that’s all about to change…

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The eleventh Discworld novel! ; ; “Death has to happen. That’s what bein’ alive is all about. You’re alive and then you’re dead. It can’t just stop happening.” ; ; But it can. And it has. So what happens after death is now less of a philosophical question than a question of actual reality. On the disc as here they need Death. If Death doesn’t come for you then what are you supposed to do in the meantime? You can’t have the undead wandering about like lost souls. There’s no telling what might happen particularly when they discover that life really is only for the living…

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The seventh Discworld novel! ; ; “Look after the dead” said the priests “and the dead will look after you”. ; ; Wise words in all probability but a tall order when you have just become the pharaoh of a small and penniless country whose largesse and indeed treasury is unlikely to stretch to the building of a monumental pyramid to honour your dead father. And particularly when your only visible means of support is a recently acquired qualification from the Guild of Assassins where running a kingdom and basic financial acumen were not prerequisites for course entry…

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`Although the scythe isn’t pre-eminent among the weapons of war anyone who has been on the wrong end of say a peasants’ revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome…’ ; ; For Mort however it is about to become one of the tools of his trade. From henceforth Death is no longer going to be the end merely the means to an end. He has received an offer he 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 the dream job until he discovers that it can be a killer on his love life…

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