Author(s): Terry Pratchett
In the eleventh Discworld novel, Death is missing - presumed . . . er . . . gone. <br>Which leads to the kind of chaos you always get when an important public service is withdrawn. <br>Meanwhile, on a little farm far, far away, a tall dark stranger is turning out to be really good with a scythe. There's a harvest to be gathered in. <p>"From the Trade Paperback edition."