Rooster Republic Press is working on the editing and cover design, and we are getting there... though it would have been cool to have done by the time the movie came out, the book is still timeless and I don't feel bad. Here is an excerpt:
When you are eating, throw an Offal to the Dogs
that are under the Table, lest they should be tempted to bite you.
Voltaire, Zadig, or “The Book of Fate”
Their
kisses were frenzied, hot, and wet. His perfect curls were now loose, her
bodice torn asunder by his frail philosopher’s hands, presently fondling her
smooth, pale flesh. Emilie’s breathing was heavy, labored, while he merely
groaned in pleasure, his lids nearly closed. Sunlight streamed into their
bedchamber, catching dust motes in their perfect bars before alighting on the
array of clothing scattered across the floor. The dawn’s bright light was
reflected in the keen edge of the heavy-handled cleaver, resting quietly in the
corner.
A soft
knock at the door nearly stopped his heart, a knock most genteel and familiar.
She whispered something in his ear as he continued his tender caress, slim
fingers on the verge of parting her wet and waiting—
The knock
repeated itself. Softer, yet more demanding and assertive this same time.
“My
dear...” she purred.
“Ahh...” he
sighed, her hands clasped around his rising—
The door
began to buckle under a barrage of incessant knocks.
