infanticide
To find her first lover.
As her mind wandered, her body writhed. She was beautiful, the distillation of men's secret desires. Snow turned to droplets on her blood-red skin; her black nails raked the broken shale. She stretched her arms outward and slid them over her head, looking for all the world like a child making a snow angel, breathing deeply yet making no mist upon the winter air.
Her mind alighted upon another, drawn to it and joining it as a cluster of milkweed clings to another in a warm breeze. She extended herself deeply into the man's mind, parting the tangle of his thoughts gently. She tended the dormant seed of desire she found there, awakening it with a caress, a whisper, that would make his need cross his mind as a momentary flash, then settle and grow.
She made him ripe for harvest.
A pretty good book. One of the main characters is gay, a secondary character is lesbian, and a number of minor characters are gay.
The book is tough to follow though, since it contains probably 30 characters all interrelated to each other in some way.