Eric

I loved The Color of Magic, book #1 of the
Discworld series. It was everything I want in a
book, with humor and silly puns and delightful characters.

Then I began to wait and wait and wait. I felt compelled
(yes, I'm a bit anal) to read book #2 next.

Today I could wait no longer. I dove into Eric and
took a trip to Hell, climbed out of the Trojan Horse,
and chit-chatted with a (not “the”) Creator.

Clever stuff. Ah, but I must be off. Mort awaits.