Werewolves Out in the World, Part XIX
Nearly to twenty, here. Somehow/already/amazing/cool.
Here’s all the Mongrels before:
And, The Wolfen, man. I think The Wolfen wasn’t just the first werewolf novel I read, but one of the first novels I read to just completely thrill me—to fire my imagination, to make me believe in What If.
And: cool, yeah? Black Hole‘s fun. I like how kind of awkward Burns draws all the characters. I’ve always thought that the mechanical ways they move and stand are meant to kind of capture the awkwardness of being a teen:
Good to hear about the audio’d Mongrels:
And, this is only the first superstar/Mongrels appearance in this wrap-up:
I’ve watched way too much Wheel in my short little time on Earth. But I’m not the only one:
Always cool to get written up with Paul:
Okay, not strictly Mongrels, but definitely some werewolfery afoot in this — as near as I can tell — completely accurate, very comprehensive list:
If I only had Stepanie’s last name. Well, I guess I’d be like Erik Storey, except a “Stephen.” I always wanted a writer/book-name, though. Still verymuch do.
My werewolves are all staring at Laura’s avatar:
What an idyllic place for a werewolf novel to land:
Yep: “office rabbit.” Y’all remember Jenny, from the Dallas writeup/interview?
Superstar appearance #2:
Man, I saw the “aloha”-part of her name, assumed she was in Hawaii, and then figured this was Mongrels on a beach. But now, looking closer, I see it’s . . . fabric. Couch, pillow, blanket?
“BookishMarginalia” is who I would be, if she wasn’t already:
Superstar cameo #3:
Also? Everybody who reads Mongrels is a superstar, I think. And, I dig how little the “new book” sticker stands out against that yellow cover: