Table of Contents | 17 February 2003
One day, the village children were out foraging with an elder when a Rikath came upon them, a great snarling gray creature with long fangs and crimson eyes. The children froze just as they had been taught, and the elder bounded off. The Rikath darted after him, stone knife ready in one paw.
One night just before Yuletide, the Lord of Misrule pursued the Wren Boys through London's cobbled streets.
No witch is complete without her black cat.
There are so many ways to become a werewolf.
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