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.