An Amorous Thing is a short story collection by Kody Boye. Featuring affection and the things it does to us, AAT contains 15 tales of the beautiful, the strange, and the downright horrificPeople love.It's the way of the world. Hug your neighbor, kiss your lover, hold a hand or bear a child-every action comes with a consequence, and every consequence bears a reaction. In a world where people live, die, and give birth to the cycle of madness, affection is required to live a sane life.Or so they say.Take a trip to a cemetery, then fall in love with a bell; ride your bicycle down the street, then have your face cut open by a beautiful woman; fall in love with a monster and play the benevolent god to creatures that cannot understand you. These are amorous things, these acts of violence, and they wouldn't be committed if they didn't care about you.Welcome to a world of madness.Welcome to a world of affection-a world of amorous things.
Their destination was a small lake called Parish. Parish Lake wasn't exactly that big, but it wasn't exactly that small either. A few million/billionaries lived on the lake--with their big log cabins or fancy urban-construction-look houses--but, mostly, it was a quiet area.
Carter was playing with a portable Playstation while Jacob maneuvered them through the hazardous rain. The radio kept saying 'residents should seek shelter,' but how could they seek shelter when they were in a car?
Keep driving. You can still see.
Even though the front window was never free of water, and even if fog covered the ground, he had no trouble seeing the road ahead.
He could continue driving.
"Carter," he said, taking a glance at his son. "You ok?"
"Yeah. The rain's too loud though."
Jacob nodded. The rain was annoying, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He'd thought about turning the radio up, but he was respecting Carter's lack of earpieces. He wanted his son
I didn't like this at all. The writing is sub-par, the themes and plot are confusing at best, and the author's predilection for writing huge chunks of the story in italics gets very tiresome, very fast.
