The Reality Dysfunction (Night's Dawn, #1)

by Peter F. Hamilton

“Not possible, sorry. The Saldanas eradicated the gay gene from their DNA three hundred years ago. Couldn’t risk the scandal, they are supposed to uphold the ten commandments throughout the kingdom, after all.”

What the fuck dude

She’s younger than me.

I say again: what the fuck dude

“Yes, it is. She’s also very keen to meet you. She likes it a lot when people wash her. I do it all the time, sliding my hands all over her. Don’t you want to join me?” He looked up at Ione’s mock-innocent expression, and wondered what the hell he was letting himself in for. Gay gene, like bollocks. “Lead on.”

WHAT THE FUCK

She giggled. “Joshua, this is my girlfriend, Haile. Haile, this is Joshua.”

Still gross as hell.

That girl, though: teenaged, long limbed, large breasted, exquisite face, bronzed, strong.

Okay for real I don't want to see Hamilton's search history

Girl like that was a walking gang-bang invitation.

Peter Hamilton you can meet me in the pit

Feel the ripe body molested by powerful skilled hands.

Fuck this book

And he was an artiste supreme.

Nope just a rapist

The long tips were puncturing his own skin, needling in through the subcutaneous layers of fat.

GOOD. KILL HIM.

“Manipulate! One glimpse of a female nipple and your fly seal bursts apart from the pressure. That’s how complicated your personality is. You don’t need manipulating, Joshua, you need hormone suppressors. All I’m doing is trying to think ahead for you, because God knows you can’t do it for yourself.”

Thank the lord someone finally said it

And Klaus Schiller, possessing Manza Balyuzi’s body, a German who muttered incessantly about his Führer, and seemingly angered at having to take on an Asian appearance.

And here is where I stopped, because even my spite-reading has its limits.