Sex - Gulik, S. T.
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Maxwell Quick doesn't like the world. So why does he have to keep saving it? Max did his part to free mankind. He wants out, but now the masses think he's the messiah. Walking the tightropes between cult-leader and media personality, spiritual advisor and businessman, Max dedicates himself to fixing all the things that screwed him up, to begin with. Unfortunately, the Iiites were just a nipple on a tire containing an infinite recursion of wheels and gears too large to jam. He'll need tools to change the mechanics of society. For better or worse, a tool presents himself. Count Vladimir…mehr

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Maxwell Quick doesn't like the world. So why does he have to keep saving it? Max did his part to free mankind. He wants out, but now the masses think he's the messiah. Walking the tightropes between cult-leader and media personality, spiritual advisor and businessman, Max dedicates himself to fixing all the things that screwed him up, to begin with. Unfortunately, the Iiites were just a nipple on a tire containing an infinite recursion of wheels and gears too large to jam. He'll need tools to change the mechanics of society. For better or worse, a tool presents himself. Count Vladimir Greystoke, a wizard of media and industry, can definitely make things happen, but to what end and at what cost is a rabbit-hole unto itself. Spoiler alert! Max causes the apocalypse. But if you want to know how, you'll have to read the book. "Sex…", book two of the Chakra Kong trilogy is a sexy hentai demon with tentacles probing every one of literature's loose, soppy orifices. It'll either save your soul or condemn it to an eternity of sucking Satan's toes while Ron Jeremy eats sushi off your back. Either way, join my cult. We're cheaper than the other guys.
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S.T. Gulik is a magical cockroach. He started life as a common wood roach in 1681, living in a small castle outside of Dublin. One day, a human alchemist blew himself up while trying to brew the elixir of life. S.T. survived the blast, but the fumes cursed him with self-awareness and immortality. A lot has happened in three-hundred-thirty-five years. Everyone he knew and loved has died. Vampire movies make him cry. On the upside, he¿s had countless adventures and learned many things. He worked for the goddess of chaos for one-hundred-twenty-three years. About thirty years ago she turned him human and disappeared, which is fine because humans are smart and likable. Oh, and he writes absurdist fiction. That¿s important. Gotta mention that.