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the kink and how to work it
by Penumbra
http://www.clinched.net/umbrae/scrolls/kink1.html
SYNOPSIS:
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Rich girl and FBI agent Delaney Covington is on an exchange program for detectives in
London when she is assigned to a bizarre case. A girl is brutally murdered, and something
about the case just doesn't make sense. On the way to solving the mystery, she discovers
that policework, life, love and sex are not always what they seem.
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NANCY:
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Oh dear. Penumbra, the Gods of spelling, grammar and sentence structure smile not upon thee.
Within fifteen pages she'd managed to commit just about every grammatical faux pas known to
the Xenaverse, including spelling the name of her own character wrong.
Some really tragic descriptions add to the rather comic flavour of this unique reading
experience:
(extract):
At this ungodly hour of 4am Det. Chief Inspector Haggis looked not unlike his namesake,
a stuffed lambs stomach. He was a ruddy-faced genial-looking man who was always Santa in the
district's Christmas parties.
So what we're saying here is that Santa looks like a stuffed sheep's stomach? I do get what
she's trying to say, unfortunately things go somewhat awry.
Penumbra obviously thinks there's a shortage of full stops in the Xenaverse so she tries to
ration hers out over the space of sixty pages:
(extract):
While the steaming water flowed she fished the latest FBI mag from underneath the sofa,
poured a glass of Chablis and, her laziness battling with her very faint neat streak and
the latter winning, set the said items on the toilet seat and went back into the hall and
put her fiery red Karan on a hangar and into the closet.
What went where, and how ... and what?
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EWOK:
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Just wait for the warehouse party scene, Nancy. All will be revealed.
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NANCY:
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OK. That all said, this story kicks ASS. I care who got killed, I'm interested in who
solves the murder, I am intrigued by who has sex with whom (and especially how! ).
It's almost unreadable, but on the other hand worth battling through to the bitter end.
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EWOK:
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So what you're saying, basically, is that this story caters to your masochistic side in
every way possible...
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NANCY:
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Hey, each to their own, Ewok baby. This beats the sweat hut any day. And anything with
this much originality and ummm ... research ... involved deserves praise!
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EWOK:
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Use me, abuse me, review me. 7 out of 10.
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NANCY:
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Ohh stinge. If this had better grammar we'd be seeing 9's. As it is, I'll give it an 8 out of 10.
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EWOK:
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Oh, and Nancy? Nothing beats an Amazon sweat hut...
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