Informationen zum Autor Piers Anthony Klappentext There is trouble in Xanth again. The Gap Dragon had escaped and was ravaging across the land! the forget-spell was causing mass amnesia! three-year old Ivy was headed right for a hungry dragon. Could things get any worse? Probably.... Zusammenfassung There is trouble in Xanth againall kinds of trouble! in fact. The Gap Dragon had escaped from the Gap and was ravaging across the land. The forget-spell that had covered the Gap was breaking up into small forget-whorls that wandered about! giving amnesia to all they touched. Good Magician Humfrey might have had the Answer! but he had overdosed on water from the Fountain of Youth and was only a helpless baby. And Ivy! three-year-old daughter of King Dor and Queen Irene! as lost in the jungles south of the Gap. While Irene sought her without much hope! Ivy was wandering further into danger! her memories erased by a passing forget-whorl. Her path was leading her directly to where the Gap Dragon was seeking dinner.

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Piers Anthony

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There is trouble in Xanth again. The Gap Dragon had escaped and was ravaging across the land, the forget-spell was causing mass amnesia, three-year old Ivy was headed right for a hungry dragon. Could things get any worse? Probably....

Zusammenfassung
There is trouble in Xanth again—all kinds of trouble, in fact.

The Gap Dragon had escaped from the Gap and was ravaging across the land. The forget-spell that had covered the Gap was breaking up into small forget-whorls that wandered about, giving amnesia to all they touched. Good Magician Humfrey might have had the Answer, but he had overdosed on water from the Fountain of Youth and was only a helpless baby.

And Ivy, three-year-old daughter of King Dor and Queen Irene, as lost in the jungles south of the Gap. While Irene sought her without much hope, Ivy was wandering further into danger, her memories erased by a passing forget-whorl. Her path was leading her directly to where the Gap Dragon was seeking dinner.

Leseprobe
Chapter 1. Ivy League
 
Irene held her little girl snugly before her as they rode the centaur. They were approaching Castle Zombie, and she didn’t want any problems about sliding off. Ivy, only three years old, had not encountered a zombie before and might react in an unfortunate manner.
 
Suddenly Irene experienced a terrible vision. She screamed and almost fell off the centaur herself.
 
Chem Centaur spun her front section about, trying to catch woman and child before they fell. Simultaneously, Chet jumped close, reaching out to steady them. “What happened?” he asked, his free hand reaching for the bow slung over his shoulder. “I didn’t see anything.”
 
“You didn’t; I did,” Irene told the centaur, recovering. They had been friends for a long time. “A vision. It appalled me.”
 
King Dor, riding Chet, glanced obliquely at Irene. He evidently did not know how serious this might be, so he limited his comment to practicalities. “Let’s get on inside the castle. Then you can tell us about it.” He didn’t say so, but he might have been nervous about having his daughter riding with a person who screamed without apparent reason, for he reached across and lifted Ivy from Irene’s arms. Irene stifled a flash of anger and embarrassment, but did not resist the transfer. She could hardly explain her reaction herself.
 
They rode on in slightly awkward silence, the two centaurs choosing the path. Irene glanced at her husband and child. Dor had been young and gangling when she had arranged to become engaged to him, and still somewhat unprepossessing when she had finally managed to marry him five years ago, even though he was a full Magician. She remembered their nuptials with a certain fondness; they had been in the zombie graveyard at Castle Roogna. Most of those zombies were gone now, having perished at the brutal hands of the invading Mundanes. It was difficult for a zombie to die, since it wasn’t really alive, but it could be hacked to pieces. However, the newer zombies here at the Zombie Master’s own castle in the uncharted wilderness of southern Xanth had not been subjected to such indignity.
 
She closed off that subject in her mind, as she was not partial to zombies, useful and loyal though they might be. She returned her thought to Dor. The assumption of the throne of Xanth had abruptly matured him, at least in her eyes, and the arrival of their darling child two years later had matured him again. Now, at age twenty-nine, Dor seemed quite solid and respectable. In a few more years he might even look kingly!
 
Ivy, in contrast, was a bundle of squiggle. She was large and agile for her age, with fair hair that bore just a tinge of green and eyes with more than that. She was insatiably curious about the whole of Xanth. That was natural with any child, of course; Irene’s parents, who had ruled Xanth before Dor, had remarked on her own propensities for mischief at an early age. Irene’s magic talent was for growing plants, which was probably why her own hair was green, and it seemed that talent had manifested early. Before she had learned to talk, she had caused all manner of weeds to sprout around Castle Roogna. Blue roses were all right, but skunk cabbages were awkward, particularly when they got upset.
 
Ivy’s talent, though, was of a different nature. They had had to readjust palace life when she was around, because—
 
“Halsh!” It was a zombie centaur guarding the approach to the castle of the Zombie Master. Zombies came in all varieties; most were—or had once been—human, but some were animal or crossbreed. The Zombie Master could reanimate any dead creature, giving it perpetual half-life. This one’s hide was mottled with mold and its face was rotting out, but otherwise it was in fair condition.
 
“We are here for the twins’ debut,” King Dor said, just as if he were addressing a living creature. “Please let us pass.”
 
“Ssurre,” the zombie said. Evidently it had been told to be accommodating for this very special occasion. Zombies had rotten brains, but could comprehend and remember simple instructions.
 
They moved on toward the castle. It was a truly grotesque specimen of its kind. It had a moat filled in with thick, greenish sludge, populated by corrupt monsters. Its stones were degenerating slimestone. It looked centuries old, though it had been built less than a decade ago. That was the way the zombies liked it. They had made it, and their ichor stained every surface.
 
The Zombie Master’s twin children were alert. Both hurried out to meet the incoming party. They were just sixteen, lanky and fair-haired, about the same height and almost identical from a distance. But as they approached, their distinctions manifested. Hiatus was male, with developing shoulders and the first traces of a beard; Lacuna was female, her hair framing a rounder face and her clothing arranged to set off contours that were evidently not entirely to her satisfaction. Irene smiled to herself; some girls filled out early, as she herself had done, while others were late. Lacuna would get there in due course.
 
“Welcome to Castle Zombie, your Majesties,” Hiatus said formally. The two were on their good behavior; no mischievous magic occurred.
 
“Good to be here,” Dor responded. The truth was, the King had come on business; the twins’ debut was merely a pretext so that citizens of Xanth would not be concerned that something was wrong. For something was indeed wrong, and this was to be a significant meetin…