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"Sen Ölüm değilsin," dedi, "yalnızca onun işini yapıyorsun."
ÖLÜM'ÜN İŞİNİ HER KİM YAPIYORSA O ÖLÜM'DÜR (...) ADALET YOK, dedi Mort. YALNIZCA BİZ VARIZ.
Ölüm herkese gelir. Mort'a geldiğinde, bir iş teklif etti. "Bir torba dolusu çıngıraklı yılandan daha tehlikeli olan insanlardan biriydi" Mort, "Evrenin ardındaki mantığı keşfetmeye kararlıydı." Ölmenin zorunlu olmadığı konusunda güvence verilince işi kabul etti. Ama daha kariyerinin başında Ölüm'ün çıraklığını yapmanın romantik özlemlerle uyuşmadığını öğrendi: İş işten geçmiş, aşk bacayı sarmıştı!
"Katıksız keyif silsilesi"
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The fourth Discworld novel. 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.
Terry Pratchett's profoundly irreverent novels are consistent number one bestseller in England, where they have catapulted him into the highest echelons of parody next to Mark Twain, Kurt Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, and Carl Hiaasen.
In this Discworld installment, Death comes to Mort with an offer he can't refuse -- especially since being, well, dead isn't compulsory. As Death's apprentice, he'll have free board and lodging, use of the company horse, and he won't need time off for family funerals. The position is everything Mort thought he'd ever wanted, until he discovers that this perfect job can be a killer on his love life.