In digging through the treasures at the local Goodwill, I found a true gem: a simple novel entitled Ogre, Ogre. This book (lovingly penned by Piers Anthony) bears the enthralling tagline, “When a Nymph rides a Night Mare, Ogre beware!” Allow me to relate the summation found on the back cover:
When Ogre-hood was in Flower
Smash knew all about ogres. After all, despite his having a human mother, Smash was an ogre himself. Ogres were not only huge and horribly ugly, as Smash was; they were also so stupid they could hardly speak, and they spent most of their time fighting, destroying, and eating young girls.
So what was he doing here with seven assorted females looking to him to guide them and save them? Even in Xanth, where magic made anything possible, why should Tandy the Nymph trust him and seem fond of him? And how could all that high-flown conversation be coming out of his mouth?
But that, it seemed, was what he got for going to Good Magician Humphrey for an Answer – before he even knew what the Question was!
Needless to say, I’m going to read this as soon as possible. I don’t mind boasting that I picked up this epic work for a mere $0.99, a bargain when its original retail price of $2.95 is considered. It’s true that I’ve missed the earlier Xanth adventures, including A Spell for Chameleon and Castle Roogna, but I don’t think I’ll have too much trouble picking it up.