“The odor of burning sulphur shifted on the night air, acrid, a little foul. Somewhere, the Canaan dwellers had learned of a supplier of castor - an extract from the beaver's perineal glands. Little packets containing the brown-orange mass of… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
“There are a few other things. Weesee, when she used that word, Loup-garou, was right, at least in a sense. The word means werewolf.' Whitaker protested with a gasp of astonishment. 'They don't exist,' he said sharply, jolted by a… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
“The moon was obscured by heavy clouds. January was already past the mid-mark and the early delta spring would soon be on them. Already… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
“That's enough Susy, nuff, nuff.' 'No, no I just want to say this,' she gasped, on the brink of incoherence. 'His eyes, his face,… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
“I don't know that he said a thing. He smelled strange, I noticed that right away, not rotten like you and Roticella said, more… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
“The odor of burning sulphur shifted on the night air, acrid, a little foul. Somewhere, the Canaan dwellers had learned of a supplier of… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
“There are a few other things. Weesee, when she used that word, Loup-garou, was right, at least in a sense. The word means werewolf.'… — Leslie H. Whitten Jr Copy Share Image
