Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Next interview will be with a real wolf. Next full moon, since I will be out of town on this full moon. Also, coming at end of January will be the discussion questions for my novel, Beast Warrior: Viking Werewolf. Until Next Year.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I'm inviting all to join me the author of Beast Warrior : Viking Werewolf, my Viking era Wolf Maiden Chronicle paranormal/fantasy romance historical novel. I will post the reading questions at the end of January for our discussion around the time of Lupercalia in February and before the launch of my next novel, White Wolf of Avalon : Werewolf Knight. Below is the cover. The background is an ancient relic, viking sword and a real found silver viking wolf.
Link to buy from Amazon below or order at bookstore with my ISBN 978-1-935407-31-7
This youtube (metal so you may want to lower the volume) reminds of my main character Sigurd the Wolfskin
Link to buy from Amazon below or order at bookstore with my ISBN 978-1-935407-31-7
This youtube (metal so you may want to lower the volume) reminds of my main character Sigurd the Wolfskin
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Interview Introduction: Today I have the special pleasure of briefly interviewing my hero and heroine from my just released novel in the Wolf Maiden Chronicles, Beast Warrior: Viking Werewolf, an epic paranormal romance, what I call a ‘werewolfhistorical’. As you know ‘were’ means man so I include the term werewolf or lycan. Beast Warrior: Viking Werewolf takes place takes place in the Frankish Kingdom during the Viking Era of 840 AD. A time when only the strong survive. I have always been fascinated by Norse mythology, which is rich in wolf lore, so this book was a labor of love.
I will briefly be interviewing the main characters separately since they have not met. I will begin with Emelisse our heroine and then Sigurd our hero. If you wish to learn more please read the blurb below the interview or better yet check out the novel.
Day Interview with Emelisse
Eva: It is early and the day is bright and sunny. The door to the Werewolf Café opened and in walked a spry beautiful young woman with raven black hair and dark eyes. She is wearing a fine silk tunic and red cloak, reminding me of Red Riding Hood. “Emelisse, welcome to the Werewolf Café.”
Emelisse: “Pleasure is mine.” She nods and sits with the air of confidence of a princess of the realm.
Eva: “Tell me of your family and home.” The server brought us warmed cider and oatcakes.
Emelisse: “I am the only daughter of Duke Chanteloup the Gray. He is the lycan pack alpha of most of the Gascony region and the Pyrenees Mountains. Our castle is on top of a grand mountain. His territory houses the Lupercal so he is deemed most important.”
Eva: “Wow, I heard the Lupercal is led by twelve alpha females who rule all of your secret lycan society.”
Emelisse: “Yes, though the different alpha pack leaders may disagree with their laws they obey the Lupercal nonetheless.”
Eva: “You are a wolf maiden, tell us what that means?”
Emelisse: “A wolf maiden is a human woman born with the mark of the 5- toed lycan paw print. She is bound to be the mate of an alpha lycan. The mark heats up and turns red once her chosen one is found. Only a wolf maiden can give the alpha children since the female alpha lycans are sterile. Our beta males and females can mate with one another.” Her eyes turned sad. “I have no choice but to marry an alpha. T’is Feronia’s and my father’s will.”
Eva: “Feronia is your wolf goddess?”
Emelisse: Her eyes brightened. “Yes, I’m her oracle. She often selects wolf maidens such as me to commune with. Feronia guides life mates to find one another.” She sipped her warm cider and sighed. “Still I wish to leave the pack and live with humans. “
Eva: “So you do not wish to marry a lycan. Why?”
Emelisse: “I have been the only human in my pack and I’m tired of being treated like I will break at any minute. You see I was born a runt with a weak heart and my overprotective father has tried to keep me from doing anything fun.” She smiled. “But since he was always gone as a knight for the king I learned to ride, hunt, fish, falconry and archery without his knowledge. “
Eva: “And your heart gave you no problems?”
Emelisse: “Lupa the alpha leader of the Lupercal prepares potions for me and has taught me how to breathe when I feel an attack coming. I know I may not have long to live so I enjoy my life as much as I can. Truth be told, most runts are killed at birth. My father did not allow my death. The seer found out later that I am destined to choose a mate that will unite all the packs.”
Eva: “That’s quite an honor.”
Emelisse: She shrugged. “Seems like my father wishes me to marry Radulf III the Cruel, the most powerful lycan in all the Frank Kingdom.”
Eva: “But you don’t love him.”
Emelisse: Vehemently shook her head. “Never. “ She lowered her voice. “I’m in love with a human woodsman, Galien. We meet discreetly. It is my wish to marry him.”
Eva: “But how will your father react?”
Emelisse: “Oh he will be angry, which is why I must runaway.”
Eva: “Are you not worried that they will follow your scent?”
Emelisse: She slowly shook her head. “I assure you, I must work on a plan that will not get Galien murdered. I would rather die than end up with Radulf.”
Eva: “Will your goddess Feronia allow this.”
Emelisse: Teary eyed she looked at her cup. “I will beg for her forgiveness.” The server brought her meat pie and she pushed it away.
Eva: “Not hungry?”
Emelisse: “Of late my stomach has been sensitive, perhaps a miasma.”
Eva: She looked pale. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?”
Emelisse: “I will fly my merlin.” She smiled. “Nothing brings me greater joy than riding and flying my bird.” She wiped her lips. “Thank you for sitting with me in such an interesting tavern.”
Eva: “Thank you. Take care.” She left and I peeked out the window as she mounted her mare and galloped up the hill.
Night Interview with Sigurd.
Eva: I gasped as in walked in a large framed muscular Norse werewolf with flaming red hair and aquamarine eyes. He wore Viking armor and on his belt was a sword that had to be half my height if not more. He was one of the most ruggedly handsome werewolves I have ever met. As if Thor was nearby a bolt of lightning lit up the night followed by a thundering boom. “Sigurd, thank you for meeting me this evening.” I gestured for him to sit. He took off his helmet and raked his long red hair back.
Sigurd: He smiled displaying snow white teeth and a hint of fangs. “Are you Hungerd in disguise?”
Eva: “No I am simply a woman from another realm who wishes to ask you a few questions. Who is Hungerd?”
Sigurd: He eyed me suspiciously before answering. “She is a crone wolf witch who has great powers in seior or magic. Often she shifts into others. Sometimes into birds or often she appears as a lovely woman.” Our server brought a bottle of Mead and poured us a glass. He sniffed in pleasure. “What is that wonderful aroma?” He looked around.
Eva: Was it Emelisse’s scent he picked up. “Tell me of your kind, Sigurd Son of Gunnolf the Red.”
Sigurd: “I am an Ulfhednar, a wolfskin. Odin’s brother, Loki created our kind just as he did our natural wild wolf brethren. We shift into giant bear size wolves with markings that separate us from the forest wolves. I am leader of my pack and rule those who are forced to become wolves during the full moon.”
Eva: “Lycans call the leader the alpha of the pack. Alphas can shift at anytime, while the lower ranked lycans or betas must shift during the full moon.”
Sigurd: He gave me a quizzical look and smiled. “Ah, the southern wolfskins.”
Eva: I nodded. “Without the alpha’s leadership the betas may run amok.”
Sigurd: Gulped his entire glass and poured more. “My sister Brynhild and a few den brothers are all that is left of a once prosperous pack.”
Eva: “Tell me what happened?”
Sigurd: He gritted his teeth and his eyes narrowed in rage. Thunder boomed in the distance. “My parents and older brother were massacred by bearskins, men who shift into bears.” He pounded his massive fist on the table causing the cups to spill and the local werewolf clientele to stop what they were doing to look. He took in a long breath. “Bork the Mad and his son Mord the Blood Claw must die by my hand. If in the end I cross the Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla so be it.” Fangs flashed. "Bork wears my father's red wolf pelt!"
Eva: I drank my glass and wiped my lips of mead. “Is it true these bearskins must sleep during the winter?”
Sigurd: He nodded. “Hungerd the crone has searched for their lair but they too have a witch named Bolla who has used seior to hide their winter den.” He shrugged. “No matter, I wish to meet them in the battlefield so I can gaze at their eyes as they die watching their entrails litter the ground for the ravens to eat.”
Eva: “Ooh, yuck.” He was one serious werewolf out for blood and vengeance. “What does your sister think?”
Sigurd: He snorted. “Brynhild wants me to find an ulf hexen and raise a family but I will not until I find and kill Bork and his son.”
Eva: “Ulf hexen is your word for wolf maiden, a human mate.”
Sigurd: “Brynhild thinks she found one but I must tell her my decision to join a Viking drakkor.
Eva: “You wish to join raiders?”
Sigurd: “It is the only way I can find my sworn enemies. Mord and his sons are berserker bearskins who sail and raid for the Jarls. By joining a drakkor I hope to find them and tear them asunder.”
Eva: “But what about the ulf hexen?”
Sigurd: “If I am not in Valhalla then on my return I will seek out my mate.” He looked up as a distant howl was heard in the distance. “My sister calls.”
Eva: “Thank you for speaking to me. “
Sigurd stood and bowed. He donned his helmet and left as a storm pelted the ground. I knew he was in for a great epic adventure and hoped that like Emelisse he too would survive the Dark Ages, a time of great peril.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
“The story of Lycaon, which originated in Greek mythology, has been viewed as one of the first werewolf stories ever. Publius Ovidius Naso or Ovid born in 43 B.C., in Sulmo, to an upper class Roman family introduced the story of Lycaon in his classic work, Metamorphoses. There are many versions of the legend about why Zeus punished Lycaon by turning him into a wolf. Most interpretations explain that Lycaon fed Zeus human flesh causing the King of the Gods to become enraged, killing most of his sons with thunderbolts and transforming Lycaon into a wolf. Some say Lycaon was a cruel ruler while others viewed him as a benevolent king.
I believe in parallel universes whereby each version can be true. Through the magic of my Lunar Orb I have brought back Lycaon to ask him about his life and let you the reader, decide, was he evil or misunderstood. We met here at the Werewolf Café. Feel free to send your comment questions to Lycaon.
Eva: He walked in, a tall muscular confidant alpha male radiating authority. Graying hair, but attractive in a Sean Connery sort of way. He cast a wolfish smile with a hint of white sharp fangs and gave me a deep bow. I tried to remain cool and gestured for him to sit while the server brought two glasses of fine Greek wine. “Good evening King Lycaon. Glad you can join us for the interview.”
Lycaon: With flirting eyes he smiled. “Pleasure is mine. I must say, the moonlight and the scent of humans make me hungry.”
Eva: I tried not to squirm. Here I was interviewing a known cannibal. “Tell us a little bit about your family history.”
Lycaon: “I was the first King of Arcadia. My parents were Pelasgus and Meliboea. I had 49 sons and one daughter, Callisto.”
Eva: “Did you say 49 sons? Can you even remember their names?”
Lycaon: “Grrrrr. Yes, all of them. It’s their mothers I can’t recall. Below I’ve listed them all.”
1. Melaeneus 2.Thesprotus 3. Helix. 4. Nyctimus. 5. Peucetius. 6. Caucon
7. Mecisteus 8.Mecisteus 9. Holpeus 10.Macareus 11.Oenotrus 12 Plichus
13. Acontes 14.Euaemon 15.Ancyor 16. Archebates 17.Carteron 18.Aegaeon
19. Pallas20. Eumon 21. Canethus 22. Prothos 23. Linus 24. Corethon
25. Maenalus 26. Teleboas 27. Physius 28. Phassus 29. Phthius 3130. Lycius
31. Alipherus 32. Genetor 33. Bucolion 34. Socleus 35. Phineus 36. Eumetes
37. Harpaleus 38. Portheus 39. Plato 40. Haemon 41. Cynaethus 42. Leo(n)
43. Harpalycus 44. Heraeeus 45. Titanas 46. Mantineus 47. Cleitor
48. Stymphalus 49. Orchomenus
Eva: “Hmmm. I see. Tell me a little bit about your kingdom and your accomplishments.”
Lycaon: “I lived in the region of Arcadia, which was called Pelasgia in ancient times. I was a fair and benevolent king, not ruthless as others would have you think. I raised civilization in this region to a higher level than previously during the period of my father Pelasgus’reign. I founded the town Lycosoura in the mountains of Lycaeon and that is where I became the first king. I started the Lycaean Games. I even set up a sanctuary for Zeus Lycaeus. Grrr. That ungrateful and lecherous god!”
Eva: Our server brought us a menu and hastily left. Would Lycaon be disappointed man-flesh was not listed as the main course? “I heard you would sacrifice humans to Zeus and that he became enraged because you fed him the flesh of one of your sons. Is that true?” He fidgeted in his seat before he pierced me with his dark wolfish eyes. I instinctively cast my eyes down at his domineering intensity.
Lycaon: “Grrrr. Lies, lies, all lies!!!”
Eva: He pounded a clawed fist on the table. I try to keep my cool as I watch his head shift from that of a man’s to that of a big grey wolf. I sipped my wine. “Care to explain?” He inhaled and was once again human.
Lycaon: “I never fed him my son or any other child. I fed him the intestines of some criminals from my dungeon in a well spiced stew.” He snorted a laugh. “He enjoyed the meal and had several helpings.”
Eva: “I heard you served him human flesh to test to see if he really was a god. Why would you do such a thing knowing how appalled he was about cannibalism?”
Lycaon: His dark eyes looked distant and pained. “It was on account on how he ruined my daughter Callisto and caused her own son to nearly kill her.”
Eva: “Yes, I heard Zeus was a cad, but was it really his fault? I heard he was a lady’s man or rather god.”
Lycaon: He glanced at me with those stalking eyes before continuing. “My daughter, Callisto vowed to preserve her virginity to remain the hunting companion of Artemis.
His eyes glistened but he continued. “However, one day as she sat alone in the wood Zeus came and seduced her. She became pregnant and gave birth to my grandson Arkas. In a fit of jealous rage, his wife, Hera turned my dear wonderful daughter into a bear. Later, when Arkas was grown, a bear wondered into the sanctuary of Zeus. Arkas decided to hunt her and before my grandson killed his own mother, Zeus transferred her to the stars. When Arkas died long after, he too was placed amongst the stars next to his mother. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.”
Eva: I watched as he dabbed at a tear. I no longer viewed him as a ruthless cannibal but a father seeking justice for a wronged daughter. “What exactly happened after Zeus found out you fed him human meat?”
Lycaon: He gulped down his entire glass and smacked his lips. “He struck all my sons with thunderbolts turning them all into werewolves. I ran but as I hid in the open market he struck at me and I too was transformed into a powerful wolf.” He poured himself another glass.
Eva: What was this transformation like?”
Lycaon: My fine garments tore as fur bristled on my skin and my face elongated into a snout and feet became paws. I dropped to all fours and began to alter painfully. My ears grew pointy and my gums bled profusely, turning my teeth into sharp fangs. I was chased out of my own kingdom. At first I ran in terror above the fields and howled in despair. I was famished and greedy for the blood of livestock and man.”
Eva: “I see you have the ability to shift at will. Did you learn to live with the curse?”
Lycaon: He inhaled the air as if a fresh loaf of bread had just been brought in. “I embraced the wolf in me wholeheartedly. I headed toward the mountains of Arkadia to join my pack made up of my sons. My sense of smell and hearing became enhanced. I had the stamina of a wild wolf and laughed at Zeus for making me stronger than man. Later my son’s and I learned to mix amongst my people and only hunted wild game. My people feared but revered me.”
Eva: I had always heard that his sons were killed. I like his version so much better. “So, any regrets?”
Lycaon: “My only regret was not protecting my daughter from Zeus and his spiteful queen, Hera. Yet, Callisto is forever immortal in the heavens. Even one of Jupiter’s moons is named for her.”
Eva: “May I add that your name is popular. You know that the Greek word for wolf is lykos.”
Lycaon: He laughed. “I have heard that werewolves are often called lycans.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And that lycan is part of some sort of mental miasma.”
Eva: “Lycanthropy is a clinical illness where the victim has the delusion that they have transformed into a real animal. A few clinical studies have shown that the part of the brain that perceives body image makes the person think they are animals. Body image distortions are common conditions, like the anorexic that perceives a fat body. You might like a book called The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales a 1985 book by neurologist Oliver Sacks. His case study was of a man with visual agnosia, who saw a hat instead of his wife.”
Lycaon: He shook his head. Most likely Zeus might have turned his wife into a hat.”
Eva: I should have remembered that Lycaon was not part of this realm.
“And you should be honored that the African wild dog was named after you. Lycaon pictus and the Eastern Timber wolf is Canis lupus lycaon
Lycaon: He lifted a brow. “I’m not keen on a wild dog named after’ Lycaon’ but naming a wolf after me does my heart good.”
Eva: I wanted to tell him more about movies such as Underworld Rise of the Lycans and my novels about the secret lycan society but knew that we had run out of time. He was breathing rapidly and his clothing began to expand. His hands became furred and his joints began to crack. “I would like to thank you for the informative interview and hope you can come back later to answer more questions.”
Lycaon: He stood abruptly and snarled. “It was indeed a pleasure.”
Lycaon flung the door open with clawed hands and the bartender quickly shut and bolted it. I peered out the window as his grey wolf form ran up a hill. The night soon vibrated with the distant howls of Lycaon and his pack. I closed my laptop and asked for another glass of wine
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Today I'm launching my new post called Ask Doc Werewolf Wednesday. Dear Abby for those who answer to the call of the wild. Come in and ask any werewolf concern you might have. Such as shift issues, alpha/beta issues, living with humans, my girlfriend is a werewolf issue. I will answer either immediately or wait a week while I consult the Lupercal Council. So any question just give me a howl. Please note my answers might be based on my Lupercal Society.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Interview of Bisclavret
Tonight’s special guest is Bisclavret, a 12th Century werewolf. Yes, I said 12th Century as in the year 1154. I knew I wanted to interview him because his story always captivated me. A story about a werewolf written by a woman, Marie de France a French poet. She was born in Normandy and later moved to France. She was the first known writer to write in French. Some say she was the half-sister of King Henry II. She reminds me a lot of Mary Shelly who wrote Frankenstein in 1818 in that she loved a good horror story and had the freedom to write one. She wrote fables mostly about beasts and twelve short narrative tales. Bisclavret is one of her ‘lais’or a rhyming story. Bisclavret is about a man who turns into a werewolf and is betrayed into remaining a wolf by his wife. Here is a link to the complete poem http://www.bisclavret.com/downloads/BisclavretPoem.pdf
I believe in parallel universes whereby each version can be true. Through the magic of my Lunar Orb I have brought back Bisclavret to ask him about his life and let you the reader, decide, was he evil or misunderstood. We met here at the Werewolf Café. Feel free to send your comment questions to Bisclavret.
Eva: I watched the dim moon of tonight’s penumbral lunar eclipse. Such an eclipse allows Bisclavret to appear human. The door to the café creaks open and in walk a tall broad shouldered knight. He nods at me and settles his bulk on the chair. “Sir Bisclavret, I’m so pleased you could make it.”
Bisclavret: “Pleasure is mine.”
Eva: His grin was wolfish with a glint of sharp white fangs. “Tell me how is it that you became a wolf?”
Biscalvret: “At the age of thirteen while I was hunting in the woods on a hot full moon night I decided to take a dip in a pool of water. I tossed my clothes on top of a wolf print. I thought nothing of it. But when I left the pool my joints twisted, my hands clawed and my teeth grew into fangs. In a matter of moments I was a wolf.
After 3 days I woke up as a man and put my clothes on. A faun came out of the woods and told me if I did not put on my clothes within three days that I would remain a wolf.”
Eva: So your family did not know?
Bis.: “No, I kept it a secret all those years. The faun had warned me never to tell anyone.”
Eva: “So you would go out and always become a wolf on the full moon?”
Bis: “Yes, it is magnificent to feel the earth beneath you paws, the smell of every creature in the forest and the ability to hear the faintest of sounds.”
Eva: The waiter brought us a fine bottle of Bordeaux. He poured Bisclavret a sample. The werewolf took a whiff and closed his eyes as, breathing in ecstasy the way a cat sniffs catnip. I wondered what it would be like to have such a strong sense of smell.
Bis: He sipped and loudly smacked his lips. “T’is a long time since I have tasted wine with such rich flavors.”
Eva: The waiter poured me a glass and filled his. I swallowed not sipped as one should. “You lived long ago. Though you kept your shape shifting a secret, tell me what your normal life was like.”
Bis: “I was considered one of the bravest and most gallant of knights of Brittany. No one could best me in sword. The King admired me and we became the best of friends. The king granted me a fief as a reward for my chivalry. Lands and titles, the envy of many.”
Eva: When I was younger and read the story of Bisclavret I always felt bad for his wife, who in the end was disfigured by his bite. I hesitated knowing this would be a touchy subject. “Tell me about your wife.” He paused, a feral look in those dark eyes. A tense moment interrupted by our server bringing sweat meat pies on the table.
Bis: “I was once married to the most beautiful woman in all of Brittany. A woman of such fine manners and lineage, who I courted for years before seeking her hand in holy matrimony.”
Eva: “What was her name?”
Bis: “I do not say her name out loud. Suffice it to say I shall call her Lady M.”
Eva: I felt like a couples counselor for werewolf marriages gone wrong. “What happened between you and Lady M.”
Bis: He took in a breath before continuing. “In the beginning we were happy and I thought very much in love. But then she grew suspicious when on each full moon I disappeared for three days.”
Eva: I snickered. “No doubt she thought you were a player.”
Bis: Raised a brow. “Pray madam, what do you mean by player?”
Eva: “A man who is having an affair or a tryst with another woman.”
Bis: His eyes widened. “Precisely, she accused me of having a tryst. When I told her that was not the reason I disappeared she insisted I tell her the truth. Mind you I had never told anyone. But she pestered me until I finally I relented. She was after all my wife. I told her I hide my cloths since without them I would remain a wolf.”
Eva: “How did she react that you were a werewolf?”
Bis: “Naturally she was horrified. She then begged me to tell her where I hid the clothes. In case I forgot. I told her I would never forget. She insisted I tell her and I did. I noticed that when I disappeared to feed my wolfish hunger, she too disappeared. I thought nothing of it until much later.”
Eva: “So she hid your clothes and you remained a wolf?”
Bis: His eyes grew sad. “She and her lover took them and locked them away. I remained a wolf for a year. She declared me dead and was allowed to marry her lover.”
Eva: “Then you befriended the king. Tell us, what happened next.” I was spellbound by the tale.
Bis: His eyes gleamed. “The king was on a hunt in my woods. I managed to convince him with human like gestures that I was as smart as a man, which after all I was. He kept me as a royal pet and allowed me to attend every feast. On one feast my wife and her new husband had been invited. On seeing them I lost my mind and nipped her nose and then tried to kill him before the king’s knights intervened.”
Eva: “And how did the king react?”
Bis: “He knew I had always been kind. Lady M and her husband were persuaded to confess.”
Eva: No doubt tortured. “So she admitted to hiding your clothes?”
Bis: “Yes. My clothes were returned and justice was served by having them banished from the kingdom.”
Eva: “I heard you bit her nose off and that all of her daughters were born disfigured.”
Bis: He laughed. “Is that what they say, madam?”
Eva: I nodded.
Bis: “I nipped a piece off but as far as I know her children were normal.”
Eva: “And did the king fear a werewolf in his flock?”
Bis: “Nay, all my land and titles were returned. I married a woman who was a healer and had seen me in the woods and even known where I had hidden my clothes. She was someone I trusted.”
Eva: That part of the story was never mentioned and I was glad that his wife’s betrayal had not embittered him to all women as I originally thought. “You must realize that there are similar tales to yours.”
Bis: “So I have heard. In Ireland there is ‘Lai de Melion’ and the king is King Arthur. And the lesser known story, ‘Arthur and Gorlagon’.”
Eva: I nodded. “Gorlagon’s story is far more gruesome.”
Bis: He grinned with shiny long canines. “I like how Gorlagon kept her lover’s head in a glass jar.”
Eva: “Gorlagon seemed so sinister that I named an antagonist in my latest novel, White Wolf of Avalon.” I winked. “I also named my bad werewolf in Werewolf Sanctuary after you. Of course not because of you but because I liked your name.”
Bis: “I am honored madam.” He threw a wolfish grin. “I must go now. Please keep my clothes well hidden.”
Eva: The lunar eclipse over he hastily disrobed and handed me his clothes for safe keeping. He slammed the door open and ran to the woods. I ran and shouted. “Thank you for the interview!” Not long after I heard a lone howl on a hill above the Werewolf Café. I hid his clothes in a cabinet and touched my nose wondering what it would be like to have it bitten off. I decided I would make sure nothing happened to his garments.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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Friday, October 23, 2009
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Event starts at 10:30 am Central on 10/23. Contest runs until 11:59 pm PDT on 10/24.
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Check out website here and get your questions ready for Friday. http://www.ravenauthor.com
Friday, October 9, 2009
October 10, 2009 04:00PM
Cal Expo, 95677, Sacramento, CA, The United States
At Sacramento's Cal Expo. Huge Event. I will be speaking about werewolves and signing books. http://gotwitch.com/specialguests.html
Come join me and other special guests.
MALCOLM MCDOWELL (Dr. Samuel Loomis) is arguably among the most dynamic and inventive of world-class actors, yet also one capable of immense charm, humor and poignancy. McDowell has created a gallery of iconographic characters since catapulting to the screen as Mick Travis, the rebellious upperclassman in Lindsay Anderson's prize-winning sensation "If..." His place in movie history was subsequently secured when Stanley Kubrick finally found the actor he was searching for to play the gleefully amoral Alex in "A Clockwork Orange," when McDowell himself conceived the idea for Mick Travis' further adventures in Anderson's Candide-like masterpiece, "O Lucky Man!," and when he wooed Mary Steenburgen and defeated Jack the Ripper as the romantically inquisitive H.G. Wells in "Time After Time."
Those legendary roles are among the ones that have endured with legions of filmgoers while new adherents have been won over by his tyrannical Soran (who destroys Capt. Kirk) in "Star Trek: Generations"; his Machiavellian Mr. Roarke in "Fantasy Island" and his comically pompous professor Steve Pynchon in the critically hailed CBS television series, "Pearl," starring opposite Rhea Perlman. For his motion picture work, the American Cinemateque honored him with a retrospective in June 2001, highlighted by showings of his electrifying performances in two major works.
McDowell's film work also includes Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius, In Good Company, I Spy, Robert Altman's "The Company"; Robert Downey Sr.'s "Hugo Pool" with Sean Penn, Robert Downey Jr. and Cathy Moriarty; Just Visiting, "Mr. Magoo, Hugh Hudson's "My Life So Far," Blue Thunder, Neil Marshall’s Doomsday in 2007, and the voice of villain, Dr. Calico, in Disney’s 2008 box office hit, Bolt. On television, McDowell continues making recurring appearance as Terence on the hit HBO series, Entourage, and as Linderman on NBC’s Heroes.
*Malcolm McDowellwill be appearing Sunday for most of the day.
Kristy Swanson got her first acting job at age 9 in a commercial for a dollhouse. Between the ages of 9 and 13, Kristy appeared in over 30 television commercials and then moved on to film in the 80’s. She is well known for her role as the original Buffy, in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1992). Kristy has co-starred with Charlie Sheen in 3 films: Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986), Hot Shots! (1991), and The Chase (1994). She has also appeared in Big Daddy (1999), Dude, Where's My Car? (2000), "Law & Order: Criminal Intent" (2007), The Closer (2009) and the soon to be released “What If...” (2009).
Kristy is Warrior Ambassador (West Coast) for Iraq Stars Foundation. Iraq Stars Inc, is a non-profit Foundation dedicated to providing the necessary reconstructive surgeries to assist war veterans recovering from physical and mental injuries. It is hope that this will help heal our veterans from emotional trauma, increase self-esteem and ease their return to their pre-war lives. There next event is “A Night of Honour” on October 4th ,2009. Please visit the website for more information at: www.iraqstar.org.
*Kristy Swanson will be appearing Sunday for most of the day.
Ms Gordon is a paranormal fiction writer from Northern California whose works center around lycan/werewolf mythology and historical romance.
With a background in biological studies and a BS in Zoology, Ms Gordon has been a strong advocate of environment research and conservation for many years, and has worked closely with several non-profit organizations to help educate the public about wolf and endangered species populations around Northern California including volunteering at the Howling Acres Wolf Sanctuary in Southern Oregon.
Witchapalooza is proud to feature Ms Gordon as a guest speaker at our event, presenting a lecture that includes her own research on lycan/werewolf folklore and how these stories are related to the natural wolf populations.
Eva Gordon will be presenting her lecture at 4:00PM on October 10th as the featured speaker on the Twilight Stage at the time. After wards, Ms. Gordon will be signing her latest works of fiction Werewolf Sanctuary and Beast Warrior: Viking Werewolf and answering fan questions at her booth.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
On this full moon I will be at the West Hollywood Book Fair on Sunday at Booth E 14 signing my books. In honor of this event I am posting some famous celebrity Werewolves and Wolf Men. Next month I'm interviewing Bisclavert (Dark Ages Werewolf).Come and post who is your favorite celeb werewolf and explain the reason.The one I choose will get two wolf maiden logo tats of the lycan paw print. Here are some photos to help you.