Mort: A Discworld Novel

Terry Pratchett

Oct 2009 · Discworld Book 4 · Sold by Harper Collins

About this ebook

New York Times bestselling author Terry Pratchett makes Death a central character in Mort, a fabulous installment in Discworld, the fantasy cosmos where even the angel of darkness needs some assistance. 

Death comes to everyone eventually on Discworld. And now he's come to Mort with an offer the young man can't refuse. (No, literally, can't refuse since being dead isn't exactly compulsory.) Actually, it's a pretty good deal. As Death's apprentice, Mort will have free board and lodging. He'll get use of the company horse. And he won't have to take any time off for family funerals. But despite the obvious perks, young Mort is about to discover that there is a serious downside to working for the Reaper Man . . . because this perfect job can be a killer on one's love life.

Terry Pratchett's profoundly irreverent, bestselling novels have garnered him a revered position in the halls of parody next to the likes of Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen.

Ratings and reviews

I have been wanting to read more books from Discworld so I read this about a young man named Mort, who becomes an apprentice to Death. Of course, he makes mistakes with odd results. Enjoyed it!

Wonderfully eloquent, a masterful story by a masterful writer. It has everything you'd need from a good story. As far as Terry Pratchett novels go, I'd say it's near the top.

Oh, boy, what a ride. Startlingly enjoyable from start to finish. Always funny, even when bleak.

About the author

Terry Pratchett (1948–2015) was the acclaimed creator of the globally revered Discworld series. In all, he authored more than fifty bestselling books, which have sold more than one hundred million copies worldwide. His novels have been widely adapted for stage and screen, and he was the winner of multiple prizes, including the Carnegie Medal. He was awarded a knighthood by Queen Elizabeth II for his services to literature in 2009, although he always wryly maintained that his greatest service to literature was to avoid writing any.