Why buy A book about a rock?

For starters, it’s not a pet rock, it’s a real rock. It has feelings and thoughts and ideas.

But more than that, it’s a story. A completely new kind of story. And a really good one. 

Here is the first page. If you want to keep reading after that, well that’s all you need to know, right?!

How could The Rock not be flush, coming hard at the sight of The Horizon, resplendent against The Awakening Sky?

The Day began with deep appreciation and splendor as The Word flowed, smoothly, gushing down The Mountain of sabiduría (a state of wisdom), sexuality, and light——divinity’s sweetest delight——notable and sincere.

Orgasm was near——each measure of moisture bleeding from The Rock’s smooth, sweaty surface. It was an inherent privilege that dove deeper than pleasure. It was a testament to the great unraveling, to time’s patient rendering, to the certainty of his purpose, and to the gratefulness of his intent. It was an affirmation of his reality, of its worthwhile validity made real by The Dew’s rhythmic recurrence——singeing the edges of The Night as it succumbed to The Day.

As per his usual, The Rock resisted. He was stiff, solid… He couldn’t help it. It was entirely natural for him.

Instinctively, he tried to hold back——rapt with an all-consuming, fervent desire. Like a beating drum, each pulse of pleasure peaked with a tantalizing twist. Teasing tongues meandered between the borders of pickled pain and extreme ecstasy. To go beyond felt…

We didn’t say he was a dull rock, did we?