Facebook flog - Feb 21 2014

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Link: Feb 21 2014, 14:02
Disclaimer: This blog entry is verbatim, as originally posted on LKH's Facebook. Copyright belongs to Ma Petite Enterprises.

I'm still working hard on the edits, so here is the bottom paragraphs of page 64 of the edits for the new Merry Gentry novel, A Shiver of Light -

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[guardians-song.livejournal.com]

Well, it probably is how she parses it. You don't perform any action because that's how you feel, you "do" it as some sort of abstract social signal. And I do believe she thinks basic social signals are esoteric, nearly-incomprehensible entities with no function to their form than Because That's The Way It Is, because of how she feels the need to play Captain Obvious on everything and thinks only SHE, amongst all the women in the universe, can understand any sort of social signal coming from a male-gendered human being.

On the unintentionally comedic side, that means she might well think an orgasm consists of screaming and clawing your partner, with maybe a throb of pleasure on the side. It would explain why Anita basically "comes" from being poked with a stick.

On the amusing side, it brings a whole new meaning to "do me"...

[lliira (from livejournal.com)]

On the unintentionally comedic side, that means she might well think an orgasm consists of screaming and clawing your partner, with maybe a throb of pleasure on the side.

I'm pretty sure that's exactly what she thinks it is. Except no, I take it back, I'm not quite sure about the throb of pleasure part, even on the side. Sex in her books is about thrusting and screaming and controlling and hurting and enslaving, but pleasure? I can't recall any instance of pleasure.

[guardians-song.livejournal.com]

"Pleasure" meaning "I said I was ~screaming my pleasure to the stars~, not that I necessarily gave any Show-Not-Tell indication of pleasure". She must think howler monkeys have amazing sex lives, that's all I can say.

[lliira (from livejournal.com)]

I'm surprised she hasn't had any were-howler monkeys in the books yet.

[guardians-song.livejournal.com]

I ook-ook-ooked my pleasure to the stars, my hands reaching above me as though clawing for branches deep in the primitive jungles of my evolutionary history. My beast yowled and sought shit to throw at predators...

...

"But humans didn't evolve from monkeys," Richard said, always spoiling everything. "We're great apes - Anita, the lack of tails ought to be a giveawa-"

"You cannot fathom the mysteries of our beasts," Optimus Primal said, furrowing his gorilla-like brows. Yes, even though he was a were-monkey. Stop asking questions, editor! "Did we mention that the salmon is the oldest living creature?"

"WHAT?"

"Trufax!" said Merry, tromping through with her harem of ankle-length-haired men. I felt the ardeur rising. "Because magic, don't ask questions..."

...

"You hurled a wheelbarrow full of your own feces at the members of the National Guard when they asked if you knew anything about the murders going across the preternatural community," the commissioner said, reading off the list of charges. "Then you started screeching in people's ears -"

"You're discriminating against my illness," I sneered. "I am a were-howler-money, and I am biologically required to do all of that."

"I believe that is exactly what many lycanthropes would argue against, Miss Blake," he said, looking at me over his ugly wire-rimmed glasses that were sooooo not sexy. He was balding, too. Obviously just a paper-pusher. "Quite a few would disagree that their condition renders them bestial and unable to hold down ordinary jobs. Though Humans First would be all for your position."

"They're denying their beasts! If they truly owned their lycanthropy, they would act like their respective animals!" I banged my fist on a table - leaving a dent, due to my preternatural strength. Oh, what a pity. "You can't understand, being a mundane, vanilla human."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Miss Blake, while you have a reputation as being highly difficult to work with -"

I laughed. "I'm highly difficult to work with?" I shook my head, letting the first inklings of my displeasure show in my face. "Oh, Mr. Redborne, you have no idea what my 'highly difficult' is like."

I was tired of this shit. I just wanted to go home and fuck someone with my giant hyena weredick...

[wanderingworlds.livejournal.com]

Soulless beasts, the whole lot of them.

*badumtsh*