I think, in the afterlife, I would like to be a Reaper.
A Reaper Man.
I just finished reading Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett. I’d found out about it on TVTropes, what with my obsession with Death, thanks to my worship of Hel. And after reading it, I understand why so many people love his books, and why so many have written him about how they hope Death is just like he is in the books.
And it can all be summed up in one easy, simple, line.
WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT BUT THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
It’s a strange line, and just reading it, you might not get all the importance of the line. Really, without the last half of the book, it’s impossible to really convey, but Death, after being fired, spends his time as a mortal, and learns to care about…
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