Cactus erotica. Dykes taking T erotica. Handmade rope erotica. Tangentially alien erotica. Clit long like laffy taffy erotica. Death erotica.
In L.A. Warman's anti-sequel to her award-winning debut Whore Foods, two anonymous lovers traverse the vast and lonely desert which has blighted most of the continent. In their possession is the gift of the Vapors, a mystical substance which allows them to transcend death. Yet as they explore the desert realm and each other, they cannot help but wonder if their entwined destiny resides somewhere beyond transcendence.
luscious and endless and hopeful and sexy. all about the wet/dry. soaking up, soaking in. this was everything i expected and more from Warman, who creates an apocalyptic dreamy desert here full of love/want at the limits of reality. every Warman book hits you first in the body and then in the mind. be back later to add quotes to this review