Oh Liz, you know I love a strong female protagonist--even if she is a maneater! And my favorite line, "the trees leaned into the dark halo of his vision like funeral attendees poring over a coffin."
You're on a roll Liz. Terrific stuff. Loved this line, 'The stone pushed up out of the shaley earth like the great, grinding molars of giants.' - and about twenty more lines. Really enjoyed this one. - Jim
Yes! Symbolism and the endless wilds of the unconscious can never grow dull for me. I often find the connections taking form on the page as I write, not at all what I intended, like messages from another realm. Stories are magic that way.
Oh Liz, you know I love a strong female protagonist--even if she is a maneater! And my favorite line, "the trees leaned into the dark halo of his vision like funeral attendees poring over a coffin."
I’m glad you liked it! Just a little caution that there is always a wilder wolf in the forest…
Omg Eliz.
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That was fun!
So satisfying! So beautifully written!
Thanks, Janice! So glad you liked it. 😊
Engaging! It kept my attention the whole way
Thank you! I’m so happy you liked it. Good to see you at the Palace!
Thanks Bill! Who is worse? I leave that up to the reader, although I know who I choose as the real monster.
Compelling portrait of a predator and a nice twist at the end!
The tables were turned!!! Great
Thanks so much, Bridget! That really means a lot!
This was such a delight, Liz! I want to read it again just to savor your prose!
Oh the imagery!
As she led him on a merry chase.
He was more than a little cocky, and the true monster here!
Thanks so much, Jim! I’m glad you liked it. It isn’t groundbreaking in the sense of the werewolf trope, but I did enjoy painting the picture.
You're on a roll Liz. Terrific stuff. Loved this line, 'The stone pushed up out of the shaley earth like the great, grinding molars of giants.' - and about twenty more lines. Really enjoyed this one. - Jim
Delicious
Thanks for reading, Bear! I don’t know why so many of my stories tend to happen in late autumn or winter. I should offer blankies and tea with them!
Yes! Symbolism and the endless wilds of the unconscious can never grow dull for me. I often find the connections taking form on the page as I write, not at all what I intended, like messages from another realm. Stories are magic that way.