Mort

''Cracking dialogue, compelling illogic and unchained whimsy'' Sunday Times

The Discworld is very much like our own - if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is . . .

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