Word: hairless
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...modest promise.The book opens with an alarm at Doyle Cutler’s house and, although nothing concrete has happened, it is clear that that Cutler is a man to look out for. Cutler has all the trappings of a villain—wealth, secrecy, and even a hairless cat. When the central event of the plot—Mary Steckl’s sexual assault—finally occurs midway through the book, it comes as no surprise that it should have happened at Cutler’s mansion.Meanwhile, characters are self-consciously shaking the foundations of their lives...
...wounds: "Shrapnel wounds almost always look like someone took a jagged shovel and dug a chunk of flesh out of the body, then filled it in awkwardly with hairless, discolored skin that shouldn't be on a human being. Burn wounds are smoothly hideous, like the skin was turned into peanut butter and then spread in stretched, uneven dollops on the body. Or maybe you come back missing a finger or your face, or the whole or parts of your limbs. Maybe your eyes are gone...
...search for alpha-keratin genes in animals that lack hair. They found those genes in chickens and lizards - which belong to the closest living lineages to mammals. Lizards build alpha-keratin in their claws. And it turns out that mammals do as well. The research suggests that the hairless ancestors of today's mammals already had alpha-keratin that was used to build their claws; only later was alpha-keratin borrowed to help build hair...
...were in the eye of a heavenly hurricane, against which they were helpless and powerless and pliant.Gently, she sunk to her knees in the burbling water, drawing Frederick down with her. “Let me wash you clean,” she told him. She started rubbing his hairless chest worshipfully. Frederick allowed the housemaid to take him into her arms. She held him, stroking his body as if he were an enormous child. Frederick whimpered and cooed. “Kiss me with the kisses of your mouth,” he moaned at last and Roxanna bent...
With a moan of ecstasy, Frederick thrust his aching loins against the statue’s marble haunches. He seized the Narcissus’ shoulders and ground himself against the stone. “So beautiful,” he grunted, as he stroked Narcissus’ hairless chest. “So... smooth.” With a free hand, he loosened his belt and let his trousers drop around his ankles. The contact with the frigid marble made him groan in agony...