We might not have any books bound in human skin, but this seemed like a pretty close substitute. #AnthropodermicBibliopegy⠀⠀
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day starts out like any other aboard the transorbital ship, Phoenix.
Such is the life of an emergency medicine specialist in the age of
“post-discovery”. Sure, she had always dreamed of
interacting with intelligent extraterrestrial life- the real thing,
not those microbes on distant moons. Who wouldn’t? She was still
happy with her career, however mundane and demanding it might be.
That’s what it took to run a ship the size of a small city smoothly.
Monotony. But all that changes one morning, and suddenly she’s not so
sure she didn’t stick her foot in it…
careful what you wish for.
had been their only drive, and even death was preferable to the
alternative. But they never thought their flight for freedom would
put them in an uncharted system. Forced to interact with an isolated
world and its inferior, albeit curious people. When it affords them
an unforseen and unprecedented opportunity to take back their world
from those who seek to destroy them, however, Aderus begins to wonder
if it wasn’t fate. Earth’s proposal is shocking and uncomfortable for
a fierce, independent race that relishes in their solitude. But the
more he learns of humans, the more he comes to admire and respect
them. One, in particular.
Not intended for readers under 18.
explicit sexual content.
is a good one.
novel introduces a group of (all male) aliens who managed to escape a
prison. They are at war with another race and their main goal is to
free their females who are still imprisoned. Seeking
help they contact earth.
let’s get my only point of critique
out of the way before I start gushing: The plot explains some things
a little too conveniently. For
example the way the heroine remains practically the only liaison
between the aliens and the humans requires some suspending of
disbelief. But this is nitpicking when applied to a book about highly
fuckable aliens. ;)
The aliens in this book are not just humans with different
skin color and some fun accessories like a spare dick but
truly alien in appearance. They
reminded me of the Yautja
from Predator with
only their mouths being not quite so extreme. Coming from a violent but advanced society their rules and behaviors are quite different from human norms. Also their females are described as stronger and even more
violent than the males. Only the strongest get to mate…
protagonists Victoria and Aderus experience neither instalust nor,
god forbid, instalove.
they slowly get to know and become
strangely fascinated by each other. Lots
of talking, confusion,
awkwardness and cultural misunderstandings ensue. It’s adorable.
Victoria is the first who realizes that she’s sexually attracted to
Aderus and she definitely acts upon it. To ascertain her dominance
desirableness she even manages to knock him out (by surprise) in
front of an audience. Poor Aderus doesn’t know if he should be angry, embarrassed or horny.
Saving Askara is a wonderful character driven slow burn romance with an
emotionally satisfying pay off. Nothing
is rushed, everything happens at the right time. When they finally
have sex it’s hot and sexy but also awkward, a
little bit frightening
and confusing which keeps
their first time from being unrealistic (as far as alien fucking goes) and
makes it even more intense.
and the best thing? Saving Askara seems to be the first in a series.
Slowly, slowly, he steps aside. You wave your group though the doors, nod as he makes the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture (you’d expect nothing less), and step through.
You spend four days in the library. Well. You spend four days-worth of hours in the library, only seven or so of which really pass. The books you sought were deep, deep in the library indeed.
It’s Not-Jenna who finds the treatise, though you think she might not have done it on purpose. She was trailing her hands along the spines of the books you’d all already looked at, and knocked the last in the row off the table. She’d bent to retrieve it, and found herself at eye level with the tome.
(It really is a good thing you’re so deep- the squawk she’d let out would have been enough to have you evicted, had a librarian heard it.)
As it is, it took Not-Jenna finding it, and Cat-Eyes to navigate the spell work keeping it on the shelf. You ended up having to pluck it out while Thirteen used a rolled up magazine to beat back the grasping tendrils that kept reaching for it until Not-Jenna and Cat-Eyes could find a different book of the same size to give to them.
You were all quite glad to retreat to the library’s cafe, after that.
“Do you remember me, Erik Stevens,” the woman lulled quietly in her sandy voice. He looked the same as when they were young, just as cute as she remembered.. but older and scruffy. He sniffed, mumblng, his lips pouting.
“Epi.. pen,” he slurred.
“No epi pen,” she replied slowly and he exhaled. “Think of my face Erik. Do I not look familiar?”
“I din.. I dinfuck her,” he slurred quietly, his frown etched deeply in place. “She fucked mee… baaabe.. she fucked me..”
“Okay, you know what..,” the woman chuckled shaking her head. Time to end that dream. “I’ll take that as a no… for now.”
She added a shining droplet of oil and another sprig of thyme to the herbs and continued her grinding with her focus on entering his slumber.
Erik walked into Bronze, a high-end gallery hosting some of the best, most exclusive and popular art pieces. The show was a black tie event. Erik wore an all black tux and the beautiful brown woman on his arm, his partner for the mission, wore a matching black gown.
Together, they took turns planting bombs while Erik utilized the opportunity to feel on her perky behind. “My bad,” he smirked when she chided him with her deepset eyes. “The mission, Erik,” she whispered. He nodded, straightening his posture. They’d come for a specific purpose and he couldn’t get sidetracked. So then, why….. did she keep rubbing her ass up against the front of his pants?
Sighing, he ignored his alert member.
Everything on display was something that could be purchased and upsold for a small profit, but they hadn’t come for what was on display. He and his beautiful date/partner had come for the real auction that was going on behind the facade of the one marketed to the public. They were escorted to the back of the gallery by a white man in a black tux who unlocked a closet housing a hidden elevator. On the lower level, there were more art pieces, but these couldn’t be sold above. There were a few items to be sold for the night: a 150 year old book bound in human skin, a necklace said to come from an Egyptian tomb, a carved ram’s skull adorned in rubies, and a spear made of pure vibranium. Neither of them were on display yet.
He needed to get to that vibranium by any means necessary. “I’ve got this,” his partner whispered gently, touching his arm before moving to charm a guard. They certainly didn’t plan to buy it and if he was going to steal it he had to move. He knew from his sources exactly where the items were kept. Like he planned with his partner before arriving, he activated a small bomb he’d placed in an exhibit upstairs. Everything shook and people looked up in confusion as dust fell from the ceiling to the floor. He activated a second one. Chunks from the ceiling began to fall and in fear, people rushed to evacuate through the elevator. Meanwhile, Erik snuck away to the find the spear, shooting any straggler he saw on the way through his silencer.
Success! The spear was finally his and he could topple the place to rubble, blowing out the wall for his own escape. “You forgot something,” his partner’s voice came from behind him. She wasn’t supposed to pop up again. She was supposed to be a means to an end.. cannon fodder. Slowly he turned only to catch a bullet between his eyes. “Thanks for the spear and the getaway, partner,” she said as she left with his weapons, the sound of her heels clicking on the tile quieting as she got further away before disappearing completely. He stared up at the ceiling unblinking in a pool of his own blood as mayhem went on through the place. He was trapped inside of his dead body and unable to move or escape or blink. The building began to buckle and crumble around him. He was about to be crushed by his own trap.
“What is vibranium,” the woman wondered only having messed with minor details of the nightmare. These seemed like real moments to him and the way he’d just accepted death in this one had her wondering what kind of life he’d had since she’d last seen him. “Open your eyes,” she commanded shoving the sleep toxin in her dish aside and fanning the air clear. He growled awake unwillingly, his lids half-open and his brows furrowed in an angry scowl that would intimidate her if she weren’t an experienced witch.
“What the hell did you do,” he yawned, only mildly concerned about the situation he’d found himself in. Her guess was that he didn’t consider her a threat. He seemed too relaxed in her presence and it wasn’t just the toxin.
“Take a long look at me, Erik… Do I look familiar to you at all?”
He stared, his eyes searching her facial features separately and then as a whole.. trying to place her. He was really thinking about it. It was taking too long.
“That’s a no.” She rolled her eyes and picked up the herb mixture again.
“Hold on, let me think,” he said continuing to stare and then he squinted. “I already know you a Glampion I just don’t remember your name.. You was irritating as fuck back then too…” Her eyes widened. She started moving the mortar and pestle again with another drop of oil and he pushed it off of the small table shattering it. “Stop that shit, I’m groggy. Just tell me your name and stop being aggravating for once.. damn.” Her fist flew across his cheek and he faced her, rubbing his hand over the spot. “….Monet,” he guessed.
“The one and only,” she spoke with her nose high throwing her faux locs over her shoulder. He sighed.
“Last time you punched me, you were mad I wouldn’t kiss you.. ‘cause you had cooties.”
“Oh look, he’s suddenly cognizant. Times have changed, Erik. Why are you here?”
“I told you,” he stretches, “Looking for a tie to my past. Simple times. I’m tryna remember what life was like before…”
“Before what,” Monet prodded noting the hesitant look in his eye. He didn’t want to think about it, but she wanted to know. And he’d tell her one way or another.
I found all the endings and the codes! I don’t have the skills to decode it but if there’s someone out there who can, that’d be amazing!
I had so much fun rewatching the scenes and endings over and over again. Mark and his team did an absolutely amazing job with this project and I wish I had took his word and done it in a week rather than in a day so I could savor it.
Ending 1: Clever Girl - L
Ending 2: Monkey See, Monkey Kill - h
Ending 3: A Heavenly Adventure: 3
Ending 4: Friends 4 Unlife - E
Ending 5: The Cowards Way Out - e
Ending 6: The End
Ending 7: What Did You Expect? - e
Ending 8: The Cure - R
Ending 9: Friends Of The Dead - 9
Ending 10 - Life Sentence - Z
Ending 11: Dance To The Death - 5
Ending 12: I Want To Be Free - 9
Ending 13: Shut Up! - Y
Ending 14: Be Quiet! - W
Ending 15: Time Is On Our Side - C
Ending 16: The Interview - U
Ending 17: It was ME the Whole Time - B
Ending 18: It was MY Joke - 2
Ending 19: The Enigma of Happy Trails Penitentiary - b
Ending 20: I Believe I Can Fly - 7
Ending 21: In the Soul Stone - V
Ending 22: A Pirates Life For Me - i
Ending 23: Not Again… - H
Ending 24: Imm Firin’ Mah Lazarrr! - J
Ending 25: Don’t Judge A Book By Its Human-Skin Cover - 8
Ending 26: Fresh Meat - A
Ending 27: When Will You Learn? - L
Ending 28: Are You Serious? - Q
Ending 29: One Last Split Up - 6
Ending 30: Once More, With Feeling - 3
Ending 31: Ignorance Is Bliss - 7
I also noticed that during the Prison Song, Mark has a Tiny Box Tim tattoo, the name ‘Dark’ tattooed on his right knuckles and what appears to be a map of the entire story on his left arm.
Gerry but make it star trek: So Gerry appears on an alien planet, slightly injured and recovering from being a page in a book of human skin. The planet is dead, and he’s rescued by a group of people who he’s an alien from that planet and he doesn’t correct them, he looks otherworldly enough to pull it off: very tall, pitch black hair, tattoos everywhere, color contacts and piercings. He makes it work until he convinces people he’s the last of his race, supplementing with Eye powers and newfound End markages, and ends up on the enterprise.
Cue Gerry meeting the members of Cap'n. Picard’s crew, and his strange ‘cultural’ things that are actually him bullshitting things to get some alone time. Parts of his culture include: a religion with 14 malevolent gods, Gerry being a seer (that’s why he’s tattooed with all of those eyes), gerry wearing the most ridiculous outfits that he’s secretly always wanted to wear, how 'dangerous’ the planet was to explain all of those scars, and 'jurgen leitner’ meaning something obscene in his first alien language. He also has a weird reaction to a lot of random things, such as books, parents, skin, and of course, jurgen leitner the worse curse word of all. There was an unfortunate incident with an alien who had a name that was similar. We don’t talk about it.
After a certain period of time Gerry’s hair dye starts to fade and the entire crew thinks he is sick. The fact that he stays in his quarters to prevent people from seeing makes it seem like he’s sick even more. Cue gerry desperately trying to get the replicator to make hair dye, because if he goes to sick bay they’ll probably find out he’s human, or at least used to be. He doesn’t really know what he is after both the Eye and the book, especially because Deanna can’t sense his emotions until a really strong one comes up.
Gerry is absolutely sure that some of these people are vast-touched. He protects these people as much as he can even if the fears don’t seem to be prevailint here. Gerry himself is touched by the Eye and the End and has some powers accordingly, flashes of Knowing and… other things.