Our heroes basically run around researching until a Deus Ex Machina drops into their laps. Also, the book goes uncomfortably out of the way to point out that the half-dozen rapists who appear within its pages all have dark skin. I mean, yes, there's a telepathic satyr from a hidden society hiding among us, but his insatiable quest from rape, porn, and barbecue ribs isn't as unsettling as the book's politics, which constantly remind us that rape is something that poor men do to usually richer women, in stark constrast to the fact that most rape victims actually know their attackers. The horrific thing that lurks in the book is the politics. They break out their Library Use skill and figure out what's happening through mythology infodumps, and they participate in scene after scene to illustrate the nature of rape, rape counseling, and rape advocacy. All right, so the characters in this book really don't do much. That's really her whole identity, seeing as I can't name a single other personality trait of her's aside from "stock 70's feminist." When a terrible creature from myth with mind-control powers starts a rape spree, she must. Our hero, the amusingly named Martha Boozer, is a rape counselor. There's some interesting world-building wrapped in a mess of uncomfortable politics, author screeds, and intrepid heroes who don't do much.
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