Sarah Mac’s Reviews > Reap the Wild Harvest > Status Update

‘She felt his hands, talented, commanding. Her resistance remained for a time, but it was a feeble thing, quite inadequate to the demands of her own flesh. Finally, she surrendered, wholly, hungrily to his polished, adept, highly demanding & in the end exhausting lovemaking.’ ….So King bangs the daughter repeatedly, & later does the same to her mother. CLASSY. 🙄 I hope someone kills this douche.

As gripping & visceral as Glenna’s camel-train trip across Africa was in Part 1, Moira’s wagon-train trip across the USA is dragging down Part 2. Stupid wagon-train crapola. Who cares?! Unless you’re the Little House books I have zero interest in pioneers. 😴

What the… *facepalm* I’m not sure who’s more clueless, Andrew or Moira. 😂 Glenna & Daniel unwittingly spawned the two dumbest offspring in the history of bodice-shredding bricks.

‘The space gradually closed, thirty, twenty-five, twenty. She could see the triumph shining in Winslow’s eyes. She felt numb, almost disembodied, disassociated from the world & what was happening. Yet, she was aware of the men behind Winslow turning their horses & pointing off to the right. Still she marched on, uncaring. She heard words, shouts. Something about cavalry.’

‘The whole procession passed through the desert, sad, mournful, largely silent, an infinitesimally small speck on a sea of waste that was being consumed at the rate of three & a half miles an hour under the padded hoofs of hungry, thirsty, slowly dying camels. It went on for weeks, day in, day out, cruel in its heat, thirst, & stultifying boredom.’

‘Straight ahead to the south lay a visage that filled Glenna w/ dread such as she had never known was possible, a flat, unbroken plain of sand, rock, gravel, & dust, all red & orange & yellow, stretching as far as the eye could see. No feature rose out of it, no mountain, no tree, scarcely any vegetation, nothing but emptiness, haze & swirls of sand & dust.’ ….Now boarding for Timbuktu… 🐪🐪🐪

‘He virtually lunged at her, ripping away her wisps of clothing & the tunic so laboriously arrayed only moments before. And he took her, ferociously, even savagely, again & again, forcing her body into exotically depraved positions & propelling her into many orgasms, one upon another. He seemed to pause only to drink more liquid, force it down her throat, pour it on her body.’ ….Lolz. Aphrodisiac tea. 🍷

‘Past & present mingling in her mind had led her to expect still more horrors for herself. She expected to be seized, her clothes torn off & thrown to the ground. When rough hands shoved & lifted her into the xebeck, she was unable even to scream.’ ….Lolz. Don’t worry, girl—there’s plenty of time for that in the next several hundred pages. 😂

‘He wore an outlandish getup entirely of shiny brown leather, boots rising above his knees, a loincloth between his legs, a short vest open at the front & tied w/ leather thongs, & long black gloves. On his face was a hideous beaked mask, also of leather, that made him resemble a ghastly animal [&] in his hand he carried a short whip of thongs attached to a heavy stick.’ ....LOLz. Overcompensating much? 😂