Intermission

I know I haven’t been in a while. I’m looking for a book to read next which proves a little difficult. (Suggestions? Mail me or leave a comment!) Surprisingly, I do have a life…

Anyhoo, so that you’ll get your fix of bad prose, check this out. Here’s an excerpt.

Ron Miller – Silk and Steel:

As Spikenard watched, Bronwyn slipped the transparent cloak from her shoulders; it fell with a whisper. She let her hands drop to her sides; she pulled her shoulders back and stood erect, feet apart, legs straight. This is what he saw:

Bronwyn standing pale and tall in the nervous light that shimmered through a vibrating canopy of green leaves. The shifting bands of milky light and emerald shadow made her seem luminous, translucent, as though she were a tallow candle glowing beneath its own flame. Like a porcelain lantern. Like a curtain fluttering in a window at dawn. Like a ghost that came and went with the twilight and darkness, that first veiled and then revealed.

Her hair had the sheen of the sea beneath an eclipsed moon. It was the color of a leopard’s tongue, of oiled mahogany. It was terra cotta, bay and chestnut. Her hair was a helmet, a hood, the cowl of the monk, magician or cobra.

Her face had the fragrance of a gibbous moon. The scent of fresh snow. Her eyes were dark birds in fresh snow. They were the birds’ shadows, they were mirrors; they were the legends on old charts. They were antique armor and the tears of dragons. Her brows were a raptor’s sharp, anxious wings. They were a pair of scythes. Her ears were a puzzle carved in ivory. Her teeth were her only bracelet; she carried them within the red velvet purse of her lips. Her tongue was amber. Her tongue was a ferret, an anemone, a fox caught in the teeth of a tiger.

And it goes on like this, down her body. When he reaches her tighs, you’re all relieved because you think it’s over. And then he starts with her backside…

People, I’d read that with you! Unfortunately, I can’t find a copy. And I’m not prepared to actually spend money on this, money that would only encourage the author to write some more…

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  1. […] Posted on October 4, 2009 by kalafudra Do you remember this monstrosity? NOW THERE’S THE UNOFFICIAL MOVIE […]

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