Praise

On the technical side of things, SPEW is outstanding. An absolutely effortless read with a punch that keeps you in the "one more page" loop. But the heart and soul of the book is what makes it special, that thing that can't be judged by any normal metric. For all of the hell, literally, there is an astounding amount of peace in these pages. The kind that can find its way into you, comfort through understanding. It's the end of the world sure, but SPEW proved that doesn't have to be a bummer.

The author has such a strong, clear voice and it comes through in the storytelling so well. Each of the characters is fascinating, the universe is unique, and I really love all of the gorgeous art.

You managed to hold on to the entire cast while keeping the thing very airy and alive. Absolutely brilliant. It reads like poetry, there's stuff between the lines that is undoubtedly personal to you, but it's expressed in a way that it also lets it be personal to me. I'm grateful I found this book. I'm grateful you wrote it. The world is a better place for your art. Thank you.

Sad Porn about the End of the World, despite being about the end of the world, as promised, is a hopeful book. You will laugh, you may cry, and if you're a weird gay millenial bumbling around trying to figure out your love life as the world burns you will probably feel seen and/or called out.

These stories are something special. Despite the premise, they're not about sex at all, but rather people figuring their shit out as they actualize. Sex is just just treated as the lens through which their humanity (or lack thereof in one case) is examined. Combined with the more fantastical elements of the setting, the collection reads almost like sci-fi, which is great since that's my favorite genre. Getting to read more emotionally anchored erotica that's this well-composed was an enlightening experience.

I was expecting a collection of short stories, but what I got was a nonlinear narrative, a character study of an interesting and varied cast, an exploration of a unique and interesting world, and the promised sadness, porn, and apocalypse presented in the context of a relentlessly hopeful theme. The more I read, the less I was able to put it down.

What a great journey to take with this novel. It's not often that I get something that touches my heart in such a raw, undefined way. I enjoyed every step on the way.

At first, I thought this was just a collection of unrelated short stories, none of which had been sad or about the end of the world. But as I kept reading, and characters kept reappearing, I saw that it was a long saga about relationships, and love, and, yeah, the end times. Some of the stories have demons in them; some don't at all. My favorite, I think, is the demisexual self-discovery one, Preamble.

This is incredible. My god. I've cried reading this, it's so tender and kind and interesting. Thank you so much for writing it.

This is a deeply beautiful story and each point of view brought a new dimension to the tale. We only get a portion of the whole in each section, but it's enough to connect the dots to see the beauty within pain and fear and acceptance. Your characters are just so very real and flawed and full of the promise of human learning, about themselves and each other and the world as a whole. It is a tale that showcases the potentials of human understanding when hubris is removed and we take the time to listen to one another.

Chantrix, in this series you've made me laugh, cry, despair, turned on, and then all those all over again, repeatedly. especially loved the way you approached and developed Abi's grief in this last one. remarkable work.

Beautiful. Completely beautiful. One of the most melancholy, but affirming endings I've read in a long while. And maybe the only successful time skip I have ever seen implemented in which everything felt earned. Art imitates life, life transcends art. Bravo.

When the doubt creeps in and the voices get loud, this saga is what I will try to remember. That the struggle doesn't have to be endless, no matter how bloody you get or how much you lose along the way. It's hard won, still a little ugly and the pain has passed but not been forgotten. That's what makes it perfect.

Superbly well written. I was enthralled by the literacy of it, then individual details and words for verismo: iterative sewer main work! An owl; a cardigan. I am going to bookmark you and read more.

This is the best Red Lobster themed work of erotica not just on Lit, but actually of all time. I astrally projected into the future before the heat death of the universe, and it never got better than this. For real though, so little page space, so much meaning and such ease when it comes to defining characters and setting. "Slice of Life" split at a molecular level with eroticism. Neither too gratuitous, neither overpowering the other. Beautiful. Bravo!

I love the premise of an ace incubus, really resonates with the "why don't I only want one thing" from the beforetimes and the "why does acting like a slut feel squick to me" from latter day Jennifer. And the idea that such an incubus could draw sustenance from a more metaphorical penetration clicks so well, thematically, with the idea that demons are formed from stories.

That was just fun. The magic bits were just pure nostalgia, haven't played in years, but the descriptions all felt real and right. Ispethax and Hester's interactions throughout were a lot of fun. The initial turn from "yeah, I'm a cool demon that plays it cool," to "Oh crap, my boss is on the phone," was fun to see play out. There's technically enough sex to classify as erotica, but humor really carries the day here. Also, the premise of an ace incubus is just wonderfully amusing.

hey: i fucking love this. you're really good.