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trang wrote:Funny, I just passed thru that section this morning at work (having a slower go at this book than I want to going to try and knock it out today)

Its Pages 211-213 for those who care. You forgot to mention in their passion they missed their super daughter Marie sitting quitely (using her super spie skills at 6 years old) "observing them". Followed by the lovely statement that her parents are fun to watch.

Profound literature at its best!!!! Adults phornicating will one dreams of his first murder because of an attempted molestation, while their own six year old watchs.

GOD EMPEROR SAVE US!!!

Trang

Ampoliros wrote:...No, you haven't because the only Sci-Fi you've ever read with any care is your own droppings.

inhuien wrote:shucks I knows that, I wasa just teasein' ya

SandChigger wrote:I honestly feel this will prove to be a scene that can be mined for infinite treasures.

(You KNOW it was written by Kevin based on real life. Poor 'Becca.)

SandChigger wrote:
...snip...

I don't want to spoil it for you...OH HELL, SURE I DO: Fenring climaxes while remembering the teen boy he knifed to death (his first murder) AT AGE FOUR after the teen tried to molest him.

I feel dirty. Reading this shit makes me feel dirty. Bad bad bad bad bad.

SandChigger wrote:Biden your time, in other words?

As soon as he was confident that the Tleilaxu spy-eyes were deactivated, he and Margot disrobed, gazing on each other in the warm light of golden glowpanels. She led him to the bed, and the two of them began to demonstrate their proficiency in an ever-increasing repertoire of pleasuring skills. Over four decades, Fenring was continually amazed at how much he had learned and how many techniques he had yet to try.

"Ah, my dear, you are always a wonder to me." As they lay on the bed, he kissed her tenderly. She worked the gentlest touch of her fingertips along his ear, creating an invisible embroidery of fired neurons in his skin. He shuddered.

"We are well suited to each other," she agreed.

...

As he made love to her, Fenring fantasized, but not about other women. He remembered the feel of warm blood on his fingers, the careful selection of proper tools of his trade. If he had enough safe time after performing his wet work, he rather enjoyed gazing upon the rich burgundy color of his victim's life essence, the way it gushed from the body and pooled and sparkled in the smallest light, as if trying to recapture life, but then stopped and coagulated and hardened. Even Shaddam did not know how many people Fenring had killed.

The first of his murders had occurred at a much younger age than the Corrino patriarch realized, when Fenring was only four. Four! He was proud of this accomplishment, because it meant that even at a young age he was able to identify enemies. The teenage yard boy he'd stabbed had deserved it anyway, because the older boy had tried to molest him. Even as a child, Fenring had seen through the tricky words and promises and had plunged a pocket knife deep into the aggressor's abdomen. His willpower always made up for any mismatch in physical strength between himself and his opponent. Young Hasimir had inflicted a hundred wounds on his victim's body before getting his fill. Because the teenager had been furtive about his abnormal sexual activities, no one had ever suspected the four-year-old.

He sighed now, feeling the thrill of remembrance. Margot held him, adjusting het own movements to his, expertly controlling her own body so that they climaxed simultaneously and thunderously.

"How long have you been there?" Fenring demanded.

"I was watching. I was learning. You are both very interesting."

Fenring had never been particularly prudish, and Lady Margot certainly wasn't, but the idea of their daughter simply observing during their lovemaking both disoriented and embarrassed him. In a very real sense, it was much worse than the inquisitive eyes of the Tleilaxu.

"You must leam to respect the boundaries of privacy," her mother said.

"That is not what you've taught me. You trained me to be invisible, so that I could spy. Did I not do a good job?"

Lady Margot didn't quite know what to say. At last, Fenring chuckled. For countless centuries, children had been wandering in upon their parents having sex, but it should be accidental. Not a planned thing.

"Yes, you have learned well, Marie," he said wryly. "You have certainly taught us to be more careful."

trang wrote:Pointless pages, part 1.

pages 245-247, this is a complete "chapter":


It opens with the baron and piter riding a sideway near harko city on Geidi Prime. The are headed to a meeting with feyd and rabban.

they notice that a statue of the baron in the park has bird droppings on it. So the whole dialogue switchs to discussing what to do, kill the maintenance man for allowing it to happen, or killing him and his boss. The descriptions are typical bloody nosensical gor from the book.

the point to the pages is to tell us that they are waiting for a message about the results of the attack on LETO and Archduke of Ecaz at the wedding. They also discuss the backup hitman they have in case the 1st plan didnt succeed.

This could have been summed up in about a paragraph, instead of adding 3 extra pages.

Just 1 of many I will add that are wastes of time.

Trang.

Ampoliros wrote: As for the love 'sex' scene I read it out loud to a couple of women I work with. They had pretty much the same reaction I did. One of them joked that thats how you write about sex when its obvious your a virgin.

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SandChigger wrote:Not a spoiler...just rotten:

Oh...my...god! That's the second most pathetic thing i've ever seen!
Can't wait for GamePlayer to make a demotivator out of this