Mort

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 with a scythe who ushers souls into the next world. 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, and discovers that your boss can be a killer on your love life... Mort Has Been Chosen As Death's Apprentice. He Gets Board And Lodging And Free Use Of The Company Horse, And Doesn't Even Need Time Off For His Grandmother's Funeral. The Trouble Begins When Instead Of Collecting The Soul Of A Princess, He Kills Her Would-be Assassin, And Changes History. This is the bright candlelit room where the life-timers are stored-shelf upon shelf of them, squat hourglasses, one for every living person, pouring their fine sand from the future into the past. Death takes on an apprentice who's an individual thinker.