I have this barely deniable urge to re-read two completely dissimilar books.
1. Tree of Hands by Barbara Vine. The tale of a young woman who's seeing her psychopathic mother again, her kid, and about three other people. And it's all fucked up. There's death and sex and murder and strange attractions and people who are just... Completely nucking futs. But it's a beautiful story. And what I'd REALLY like is to get it on tape and listen. Again. 'Cause that's what I did last time.
2. Harlot's Ruse by Esther Friesner. The tale of a harlot. *g* Told in the first person, with a lot of mis-adventure and fun.
And these books could NOT be more different. Really.
Had less porn in my head today. And Sam and Jack? SO a bad influence. There isn't a partners set in my head that didn't either kiss, argue, makeup, etc, etc today... And all at once. Sigh.
Found an old Doctor Who/Farscape scenelet. Heh. Amused me.
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