I dont read a lot actually. But happened to run into Ogre Ogre on accident.
Ive since read a few other Xanth books, and none really were as amazing
as Ogre (starts out slow, but nearing the end, is very intense and amazing)... which IMOP, would make an Awesome movie if they could
do it right. Would make the potter series look very very dull.
Piers occasionally adds some dirty minded stuff into his books, but I
didnt recall it being anywhere near x rated... nor child pornographic. He
simply dances around with funny ideas about how sex, such as how
seeing panties is somehow more sexually suggestive than seeing a
creature completely naked.
In the Incarnation series... he did get much more graphic, as he
delved into the Devils sex life was like over an eternity. And how over the hundreds of years, the act of sex became mundane, thus he started
doing some of the craziest things to get satisfaction. Some could call
it sick... but its a valid thought path. A very interesting and realistic
view in such a place and situation.
Ive suggested Ogre Ogre to several people now, and every one has
fell in love with it... and praised it equally. Each time Ive loaned the book
out, Ive had to re-buy it again cause I cant get it back.
It was actually my English teacher that recommended it, as I needed a
book to read fast for the report due. And years later, I met another
english teacher in another school who also had read and loved that book
as well.
However... to each his own.
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The griffin had captured a monstrous shoefly pie. The
winged shoes had been cooked to a turn, the juices of their
fine leather suffusing the pie, which massed about as
much as the griffin. This was an ideal meal for an ogre.
Smash marched up, not bothering to employ any stealth.
The griffin whirled, half spreading its wings, issuing a
warning squawk. Nobody in his right mind interfered with
a feeding griffin, except a sufficiently large and hungry
dragon.
But Smash was not in his right mind. No ogre ever was.
There was simply not enough mind there to be right. "Me
give he three, leave sight of me," he said. All ogres spoke
only in inane rhyme and lacked facility with pronouns,
which they took to be edible roots. But ogres generally
made themselves plain enough, in their brutish fashion.
The griffin had not had prior experience with an ogre.
That was its fortune. There were very few ogres in these
parts. The griffin opened its eagle beak wide and screeched
a warning challenge.
Smash's bluff had been called. That was unfortunate,
because no ogre was smart enough to bluff. With dimwit-
ted joy, he rose to the prospect of mayhem. "One," he said,
counting off on his smallest hamfinger. The griffin didn't
move.
"Two." After a brief search, he found another finger.
The griffin had had enough of this. It gave a raucous
battle cry and charged, which was just as well, for Smash
had lost count This sort of intellectual exercise was horren-
dously difficult for his kind; his. head hurt and his fingers
felt numb. But now he was released from the necessity of
counting all the way to three, and that was a great relief.