Rated R. Contains sexual violence, Satanic summonings, and similar wholesome family bonding.
There was a group of them at college who were into Satanism. My mom, Betty Bloxham as she was then, was one of them. It all sounds a bit kinky, going into the woods at dead of night and dancing in the nude under the full moon.
Anyway, they were all high on drugs at the time, so I doubt they knew what they were doing.
Rated R. Contains explicit sexual content. And ghosts. Explicit sexual ghosts, really.
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Retrieval Detachment
“I suppose you think we turn into cats and foxes when your back is turned?”
I smiled. “Only some of you – you, for example. You’re much too beautiful to be human, but you could be a cat, a flower, a tree – no, scratch that one, you’re too short.” I glanced at Hiroshi. “Maybe Shimako’s the tree-spirit,” I said, softly. Hiroshi ignored me, but Miyume covered her mouth and laughed.
“I assure you, I’m quite human,” she said. “I don’t doubt that Shimako is, too. And how many girls have you used that line on, before?”
Rated R. Contains sex, violence, sacrilege, and other epic necessities.
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“Do I know you?” she says.
“I remember you,” he says, and she smiles. It’s another game. He has been a spy fleeing his country. She has been an adulterous First Lady. They have been psychiatrist and schizophrenic; vampire and victim; two blind people speculating on the world they cannot see. They will make love as themselves when they leave the Rose for a room upstairs, and tomorrow he will finish his business and leave her city. But first they dine as other people.
Rated R. Contains violence, brief sexual violence, and minor profanity.
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“The Coming Technological Singularity,” by Vernor Vinge
“I like the taste of home-grown tomatoes,” I tell him. “Ones at the Safeway taste like wallpaper.”
“But nano won’t make tomatoes that taste processed,” he says in that way that men like to correct women. “That machinery will make the best tomatoes this town ever tasted.”
“Well, I hope you’re right.” Then Will and Kimee spilled their fight out through the screen door into the back yard, and Jackie started whimpering on his blanket, and I didn’t have no time for any nanomachinery.
Rated R. Contains some profanity and explicit sexual imagery.
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The Rookie by Scott Sigler
“The man talked a mile a minute in a thin, squeaky voice; even if he hadn’t been panicked, it probably would have sounded unpleasant. “All I did was try to stop him from buying her some deep-fried artichoke hearts. How could that be construed as attempted murder? They can’t pin anything on me, can they? Why would they think I was trying to kill anybody?”
“Maybe you’d better tell me, Mr. … uh?”
“Hendergast. Lionel Hendergast. And I read the terms of the contract very carefully before we went back in time. It didn’t say anything about deep-fried artichoke hearts.”
