Claimed by the Orc Prince is one of the most nothing books I've ever read, and I have read so many. It feels like one of those fake books in a videogame where you're not actually supposed to read the words but simply have your character hold it for XP. It's not bad or good, it is simply nothing. I have neither gained or lost anything from this experience, it barely exists. This book might as well be filled with lorem ipsum and I kind of figured the words would fade out to blank pages and I wouldn't even notice, like a car radio turning to static as you drive away into the sunset at the edge of reality. I think I will save this to listen to while meditating because it contains fewer thoughts than a noise machine, the path to nirvana is through these pages i am sure. I will liberate myself from saṃsāra with this orc's bulging muscles, I am free