Dick Cheney isn't a werewolf. He's a cave troll. IJS.
At least, announcing "They have a
cave troll"
every time he makes an appearance somehow makes me feel better.
I think Most pre-Cheney legends are about voluntary shape-shifters, mostly magicians or witches, who can take the form of animals. I think there is a Welsh tale about a man who shoots an arrow at a Rabbit, injures one leg, and the local wisewoman turns up with the same injury the next day.
Hmm. The purist part of me thinks that since my story will be set in the 19th century, I should base my story on whatever legends existed then insofar as I can. But I'm pretty in love with the scene I've come up with where my hero gets bitten--I ought to be, since that's all the story IS so far. The rest of the plot is yet to come.
Hey, Sean,
pppffffffttttt
Sparky1, that is definitely something to think about.
You keep thinking. I'll be coming straight from a week in Maine, so I should be in a much better mood than I have been, lately.
I want Perkins to go to Seattle for July 4th weekend, 'cuz that's when I'll be there, and the DH will be playing stoopid ultimate, and I will need entertainment.
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Well, there IS the House o' Reason annual 4th o' July party, complete with croquet, booze, food cooked with fire, and sparklers ...
Someone please remind me I shouldn't act on my idle dreams of stabbing a co-worker with a hatpin.
Ooh, Maine, fun.
eta: The 4th of July is sounding better and better all the time, except for the part where it is too far away.
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Jilli, disposing of bodies is hard work and prone to ruining pretty clothes, and murder trials are a bore.
Feel free to remind me of that next time I have dealings with Bridezilla.
