All 50 Uses of
ogre
in
The Maelstrom, by Neff
- It didn't make any sense; the ogre had been Rowan's head chef for generations and loved his job.†
Chpt 3
- From the dark interior, Bob stared down at them, an elderly ogre whose ten-foot frame had grown thin, almost spare.†
Chpt 3
- There was no suspicion or malice in the ogre's tone, but Max almost wished there was.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre glanced down at the basket.†
Chpt 3
- "If you like," the ogre murmured, shambling to the kitchen sink where dirty plates and bowls were heaped three feet high.†
Chpt 3
- Sun streamed into the cottage, dusty bands of daylight that made the ogre blink.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre did not seem to be in any condition to hear of such things.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre merely turned his attention to David.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre wilted and finally rocked up from the stool to putter about the kitchen.†
Chpt 3
- This last sentence seemed to irritate the ogre.†
Chpt 3
- 'BOB IS FINE!" the ogre roared, wrenching the door open.†
Chpt 3
- The door closed and the ogre turned to face Max.†
Chpt 3
- Shuffling back to his stool, the ogre sat and stared at his trembling hand.†
Chpt 3
- Bob doesn't like visits," the ogre sighed.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre shook his head.†
Chpt 3
- "Twenty years ago perhaps," mused the ogre, rubbing his stubble.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre glowered at Max.†
Chpt 3
- "What are you doing?" the ogre asked.†
Chpt 3
- The ogre watched silently as Max heaped more dirt upon the cottage floor.†
Chpt 3
- Dead ogres don't talk.†
Chpt 3
- The dirt thudded against the ogre's broad chest, spilling down his shirtfront.†
Chpt 3
- Snatching the spade, the ogre abruptly snapped it in two and seized Max by the collar.†
Chpt 3 *
- Tears brimmed in the ogre's bright blue eyes; his nostrils flared like those of an angry bull.†
Chpt 3
- For a dead ogre, you're pretty lively.†
Chpt 3
- Placing his great hand on Max's shoulder, the ogre bowed his head as though in silent prayer.†
Chpt 3
- The notes were barely audible above the wind, but when they'd finished, the ogre opened his eyes.†
Chpt 3
- Its doors were propped open, a cool breeze skimming across as dozens of children sat silent as church mice, their attention fixed upon the ogre's pale eyes and knuckled skull.†
Chpt 4
- Hunched upon his stool, Bob recited a poem in a voice that rumbled like old millstones: We know not the Maker But we know his works We smell the badger in his burrow and see old troll on his mountain We fear the giants on their isles, wild as the storm We envy men and their warm fires We scorn the goblins and their low houses Warm blood our wine; winter's heart our home Where stones crack and rivers freeze and woods grow quiet You will find the ogre And when all is dust and the lands bled dry You will find him still When his slow verse was finished, the ogre blinked as though waking from a dream.†
Chpt 4
- Hunched upon his stool, Bob recited a poem in a voice that rumbled like old millstones: We know not the Maker But we know his works We smell the badger in his burrow and see old troll on his mountain We fear the giants on their isles, wild as the storm We envy men and their warm fires We scorn the goblins and their low houses Warm blood our wine; winter's heart our home Where stones crack and rivers freeze and woods grow quiet You will find the ogre And when all is dust and the lands bled dry You will find him still When his slow verse was finished, the ogre blinked as though waking from a dream.†
Chpt 4
- Following his previous visit to Bob, Max had sought her out and asked if she might like to meet a real ogre.†
Chpt 4
- Bob smiled as Claudia clambered onto his knee across from a toddler who was busy drooling on the ogre's flannel shirt.†
Chpt 4
- "It is almost suppertime," the ogre observed, his eyes tracing the hazy sunlight that streamed through the windows.†
Chpt 4
- "Bob believes you could," replied the ogre solemnly.†
Chpt 4
- Mostly vyes ...ogres and ettins ...some of those riders that overtook us on the road.†
Chpt 7
- Max tried to keep his eyes straight ahead, but it was impossible not to stare at the mounds of mangled vyes and men, arrow-riddled ogres in bronze breastplates, and two-headed ettins, all half submerged in cloudy pools of river water.†
Chpt 7
- As Tweedy took roll, the ogre recited his name and stared dutifully ahead with only the merest twinkle in his pale blue eyes.†
Chpt 13
- Of greatest importance, however, was the simple fact that Bob was indeed an ogre.†
Chpt 13
- Very few refugees had ever witnessed an ogre's battle charge and lived to tell the tale.†
Chpt 13
- What about ogres?†
Chpt 13
- Even as the Stygian crows were dissipating, a hundred ogres came barreling out of the woods.†
Chpt 13
- The archers wavered, uncertain whether to direct their fire at the ogres or the hellish cavalry.†
Chpt 13
- When it appeared that the enemy cavalry would reach the trench before the ogres, the pikemen panicked and broke formation, realizing only too late they had been tricked.†
Chpt 13
- At the last moment, the rakshasa and his knights parted ranks and wheeled away from the trench, letting the ogres come roaring through the gap like runaway trains.†
Chpt 13
- I ordered my archers to fire at it, but maybe they should have kept at the ogres.†
Chpt 13
- Centaurs, dryads, domovoi, Cheshirewulfs, fauns ...even a roc and a reformed ogre, if I hear rightly.†
Chpt 15
- Let's see a live demonstration of an ogre charge with Company Three, Platoon Six.†
Chpt 16
- Hefting his cudgel, the ogre wore a steel breastplate and a horned helm whose fearsome grating obscured his kindly face.†
Chpt 16
- When the ogre broke into a trot and then an all-out clanking sprint, it was downright terrifying.†
Chpt 16
- If an ogre managed to invade a trench, all nearby could expect a sudden and savage death.†
Chpt 16
- Climbing wearily to his feet, the ogre removed his helmet and caught his breath.†
Chpt 16
Definition:
fairy tales: a frightening giant -- especially one who likes to eat people
or:
an evil, hideous, and frightening person
or:
an evil, hideous, and frightening person