"Johnny felt a jolt of horrible arousal, like the affectless clutch in the groin he'd get from a glimpse of violent pornography. Clavel's eyes were still fixed on his, *still sweet and childlike*. Suddenly, he lost his nerve completely. He struggled and protested, still attempting to laugh off this gross and ludicrous social error but inwardly totally panicked.
The alien didn't know what he meant, or didn't care. It descended on him. He tried to scream. He could not. And this was what he had always feared, why he had run from Braemar. Stark horror! This was how it was always going to end. The faith so close to fear, wonder so close to terror, betrayed him utterly: stripped him, robbed him and flung him out, meaningless, into a bursting vacuum.
<*Johnny? I love you. Please, Johnny, don't make me stop*->"

Picked up at the London mini-meet. Thanks, WistfulDragon!

Not so keen on this book; it seemed to drag on a bit.

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Left at the London August meetup.