Susurrus on Mars Quotes

“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 itself in the rustle of striplings and flowers he loves, the tale that he is: a zygote collaged from: spermatazoa flensed to nuclear caducei; a mathematical transform by the Fréres Fourier, Jean and Charles, flip of an axis changing Y to X; and the egg from which Eros hatched, is always hatching, offered up blithely to a god of war gone broody, Ares a sharper marksman than any brat with bow and arrow, no more to be argued with than the groundling Renart in a frum.”
― Hal Duncan, Susurrus on Mars

“Susurrus is a different kind of flirt though, fickle as a godling of wind can only be but light and warm as one father, bold as the other. And his is a different kind of love, one that has lasted near as long as this world has now and stayed as fresh somehow, even in his flightiness. It is Susurrus makes her sigh for those days, even though he makes them all sigh.”
― Hal Duncan, Susurrus on Mars

“Welcome to Erehwyna!”
― Hal Duncan, Susurrus on Mars

“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 him, till he felt it fill him, and he’d swear to cock, the jism spouted into and through him and out his own spurting prick.”
― Hal Duncan, Susurrus on Mars

“He is encompassed himself, in the steering clasp of hand on shoulder and scrubber-fluffed noggin bobbing in prayer to the gods of cock, filled with grace from the sacred font of the phallus.”
― Hal Duncan, Susurrus on Mars

“Standing? says Jak. Ouais, standing, intercrural, AKA the sumata of the Samurai, the Oxford Style, the Princeton First-Year, the Ivy League Rub. Good enough for ensigns of industry, Shaka Zulu, Alexander the Great. The Altercatio Ganymedis et Helene has Zeus extoll the slippery thighs of a boy, as Billy Greene swooned over Lincoln’s, as perfect as a human being could be, he said.”
― Hal Duncan, Susurrus on Mars