/lit/ - Literature and Writing

>>372
Make some high quality posts then, fuccboi

>>339
Because that would require them to take an african phallus out of their mouths for a few minutes and that's illegal there.

seriously though, the dragon with a girl tattoo series is insanely overrated. The first book was alright but like the second was very dry and long winded. The overbearing feminism and feminist revenge porn/power fantasy scenes are vomit inducing, lilly or whoever is an absolute mary sue, and the approach to hacking and computers is pathetically laughable to anyone with even a basic understanding of tech. In the second book she gets shot in the head and buried alive for a whole night but has the energy to dig her way out the next morning to dig her way out, navigate through the woods and axe murder her daddy issues. Tripe.

>>345
for the record I never bothered with the third because the second was too awful

Eat my ass.

Second part.

The BBC used to do some great audio dramas.

>>126
>jumps the shark in execution
Yeah, he really explains too much in his stuff. Amigara Fault was the same way. I think mysetery is one of the keys 2 horror.

I've been reading Berserk again. Anyone else thing the Golden Age arc is actually kind of bad? Obviously it's a very essential part of the story, and it enhances everything else by existing, but it's a real slog to read in places. I really love the simpler arcs where Guts is just roaming around like Clint Eastwood, getting caught up local disputes, and fighting monsters.

>>362
Golden Age is the worst arc of Berserk, easily. I don't know why normalfags pretend to like it. But then again they think Berserk is some great writing or something.

>>363
People who start with the anime, or don't even read the manga, I guess.

>>364
>People who start with the anime
I guess that makes sense, anime makes Golden Age much more passable than the manga.

I could swear there are older posts in this thread that didn't exist earlier this week.

>>337
Go read it if you feel inclined in the least: her breeding material frame comprises a reduced amount of the book but martians die for getting in the way of Carter and the customarily almost naked princess.
Worse that can happen is that you finished a book. >>122 gives glowing recommendation.

>>337
>I like big tits
try Wheel of Time

>>352
Blah, the only kinky shit in those books is all the lesbo spanking. You want some fucked up kink fantasy read Terry goodkind's sword of truth series. Some sick shit.

Pulp is kino.

Finished Lord of Light. Very good book, and I would recommend, though the set up was a little better than the pay-off, and there were certain things I wish had been elaborated on more. Though maybe that's the point. Just to give the smallest slice of a struggle against immortals that has been going on forever, and will continue to go on.

As I held onto the wall for support, another smell made itself known; the malodorous odour of unwashed genitalia and sour sweat was of the most offensive kind - the rank stench permeated the dimly lit basement room, and felt my eyes begin to water as I fought the urge to gag. "Zach?" I called out as I had reached the bottom of the stairs, and looked out at this subterranean dwelling my patient had occupied for so long in solitude. There was a strange kind of grunt in response, in a harsh-sounding tone, though without any intelligible words. I introduced myself as my eyes searched for its source. He sat on a swivel chair in front of a desk littered with all kinds of knick-knack and trash. His head was turned towards me in an unnatural angle, and I was at once struck by the impression that his neck was abnormally malformed and twisted. "Where's the light switch?" I wondered aloud, searching the surroundings in the awful gloomy dimness with my fingers. "No! No light! And close the door!" came a sudden, sharp exclamation from my patient. "But it's so dark in here!" I protested, though obeying his wishes. "Yes, deliciously dark," he said in a voice that made me shudder; it was somehow gibbering and gelatinous, and it filled me with a strong sense of uneasiness and loathing unlike any I had ever felt before. "I can hear the mould growing in the dark, and the rising damp climbing up the bed-legs," Zach continued with a sigh of cocksment, before turning his attention back towards the computer screen.

Though I knew his exact age from his worried mother, I could not have guessed it based on his appearance alone. He had a ghoulishly sallow complexion, and his shifty squinting slant-eyes betrayed his Asiatic ancestry. He gave off the impression of being somehow malformed, though I wasn't able to point to anything definite, though he was noticeably bow-legged, and hunchbacked. The only sound was that of his fingers eagerly tapping away at the crusted keyboard. With some difficulty I was able to find a way over to him over the floor so littered with trash, and up close, in the glow of the computer screen his sallow complexion took on a truly sickly tone, like pallid and mottled, and the gleam in those shifty eyes caused me to shudder. He didn't dignify my presence as he kept typing furiously on the keyboard - all Caps Lock it seemed. "You mother called me, told me to check in on you," I began feeling my mouth go dry as I spoke in this acrid atmosphere. He turned Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

That realisation made me break from the horrible grip of fear, and launched me into action at last. I grasped the bat, and before the shambling shape in the darkness before me could react I struck it with full force. Time after time I swung the bat, and my horror only intensified at the hollow sound as the bat struck the body, till at last it burst open like a bladder from the force of the blows. It was as if his body was as hollow, soggy and worm-eaten as the half-decayed fungi in the garden outside, for there was a softness to the rotten hollow body as if the bone had become mushy, and even after the head had caved in the body continued to tremble and writhe about on the floor. Still, I knew that it would be an unforgivable sin not to continue until all was over.

When the rage and shock which had alone saved me began to subside I dropped the bat with a clatter to the floor and staggered backwards towards the stairs. I felt nauseated and light-headed from the rush of adrenaline, and my mind was still ringing from the dreadful shock my nerves and senses had been subjected to.

As I ascended the basement stairs, leaving the thing which had masqueraded as a human on the floor behind me, I felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I cannot even begin to guess at the relief his parents and sister would feel. I staggered into the hallway and shut the basement door behind me. The mother stood in the doorway to the parlour, her hands clutching at the wall in nervous agitation and for support. "It's finally over," I stuttered. Her eyes searched mine for any final confirmation that the horror was over; after so many years, could she dare to hope? "It's finally over," I repeated, a little more calmly and held her gaze till the realisation finally sunk in, and she fell to her knees and thanked the Lord; her frail body shaking with tears of joy and relief that the nightmare that finally been brought to an end.
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>>341
That's fine, I can seperate an author from his work.