And her pubes was a pomegranate. This is making the rounds of the interwebs, to the general delight and chortling of the snarky masses.
"Her spine was a snake. It was the track of a snake. It was the groove the water snake makes in the glossy mud of the riverbank. Her spine was a viper, an anaconda. It was the strength of the anaconda. It was the anaconda's unknown hieroglyphic. Her spine was a ladder, a rod; it was a chain, a canal, it was a caravan. Her buttocks were fresh-baked loaves; they were ivory eggs; they were the eggs of a lonely phoenix. They were a fist." This excerpt from the Lionel Fanthorpe School of Writing can be seen in the entirety of the two-page-long description of Bronwyn's apparently indescribable body, a beauty that drives men stark raving mad, along with the rest of its chapter, at: http://vandonovan.livejournal.com/1088311.html Yes, it is a real published fantasy novel. Discuss. --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "R-SPEC: The Rochester Speculative Literature Association" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/r-spec?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
