elfs | Ugh. Trash, pure and simple...

So I got about a quarter of the way into Nyssa's Guardian before I just gave up. Because the book devolved into a completely worthless S&M rape fantasy. Ubermale is given permission by the local authorities to "discipline" Nyssa as he sees fit. He proceeds to spank her, then fuck her silly. That was sorta okay. Then she gets all reactive on him and he reacts "wildly" (read that as "badly") that she doesn't immediately become utterly submissive due to his sexual prowess. He then proceeds to tie her down, and from a local cornucopia machine orders up a riding crop, police-style handcuffs, clothespins, "scarves, oriental-style", a candle and matches... all this mundane stuff available in a world with "electro-doors", heroes who can "hear a micropin drop at a kilometer's distance," and worse.

I really twitched at this line: "He ran his hand over her mons, settling his palm just above the cleanly lasered surface, smooth as silk, thanks to the finest personal grooming technology of the super-space age."

Uh-huh. It's called skin.