After all, Earth In The Balance got published

Via Dean and Tim Blair comes the story of some SciFi and Fantasy writers sticking their collective fingers into the eyes of a certain publisher.

How bad is the writing? Observe:

Bruce didn't care about treatments. He cared about pain, and he cared about that voice, because when he heard the voice, the pain went away, just for a few seconds, like.

"Report to me if there is any change," the man's voice said.

"Yes, Dr. Nance," said the sexy voice.

A door closed, and Bruce heard breathing, and smelled the enticing smell of shampoo, and perfume. It was Chanel Number 5.``

He opened his eyes.

All he saw was the roundest, firmest pair of tittles he'd ever seen in his life, all enclosed in a crisp white nurse's uniform.

I'm in heaven, he said. No, he tried to say, but his voice wouldn't work, his mouth was dry, and there was some terrible tube thing in his nose— and hey, what's that thing in his dick? It hurts!

The tits bounced like Aunt Alice's molded jello back at home, and then moved away. Oh. She was just straightening the covers on the bed.

Bed.

Bruce realized he laid in a bed, his left arm being strapped down, with something sticking an up-a tube—on the top of his hand.

Mheh. If you want to read the whole awful thing, you can download it here.

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