Lynn’s lycanthropy biting at our heels

Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolf-bane blooms, and the autumn moon is bright. I love this time of the year… moving into it like a wild cloak of wonder; Crones, screams and laughter; cinnamon, chills and the first full moon of … Continue reading Lynn’s lycanthropy biting at our heels