“So they fucked wild, Puk astride at first, then turned, to his hands and knees, to be tupped under Jaq’s hunching thrusts, hips and shoulder and fists of hair yanked back, for the prick to ram jam bam and cram… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“Susurrus whispers through the grass and gorse, godling of the Martian wind, gene-spliced tyke of Zephyros and Ares. His story needs no Ovid, tells… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“But the bigots always see those whom they hate as morally corrupt, as if they confuse their own aesthetics of disgust and fear with… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“Susurrus is a different kind of flirt though, fickle as a godling of wind can only be but light and warm as one father,… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
Where names of people or places would mean little to a contemporary reader, I figured "translation errors" could create interesting new meanings. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“One can revise the rules, shift the goal posts, but to do so is just to conjure a chimera and mask it as a… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
I'm sort of exploring where pacifism and socialism come into conflict. How do you reconcile a passionate rejection of might and violence with an… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
Prejudice validates itself as righteous abhorrence of the criminally deviant. So Christian homophobia is just a metonym of that abjection in general. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“Cause what do groanhuffs know? All’s they’ve done is heard our tales and passed em along in a game of Chinese Whispers, getting em… — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
The conflict between pacifism and socialism ultimately reflects a greater quandary of how one engages with such a system. — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
“For many readers, writers, editors and agents ... pretty much the working (in)definition: SF is short for So Fuck? ” — Hal Duncan Copy Share Image
