Book Excerpt! A little something from my new novella “Simona Says”, from the anthology “Restless Souls: 3 Dark Fables”

 

 Simona bent her head and studied the page for a moment, calmed the ravens that were flapping wildly in her stomach, and began:

“Flying spirit, kindred mine

Thou shalt heed my voice throughout all time

By Lord Faroc I say to thee

Your will shall now belong to me

Get thee inside and do my word

Be it through dove or blood-stained sword

And all my foes shall surely rue

For now we be one, where once we were two”

 

Volans spiritus, propinquórum mea

Te omni tempore oboedierunt voci meae 

Dixi tibi per Dominum Faroc 

Iam me vultis esse 

Posside tibi intus et facere verbum meum 

Esse eam per columbus aut cruentatis gladius 

Et omnes inimicos meos abibunt milli 

Iam vero unum, ubi iam duae”

Mary sat frozen, her eyes flicking between Simona and the door. Her legs trembled beneath her, and she could feel her insides loosening. What in God’s name is she doing? she wondered. Just as she opened her mouth to interrupt, the window flew up and a blast of cold air blew out the candles. She screamed, and almost in response, the bedroom door flew open so hard the knob smashed a hole in the wall. The wind outside had begun to howl, and over the tumult she leaned in close to yell, “What’s happen-?”

The words stuck in her throat when Simona turned her head. Her visage was frozen in a mask of pure lust, only the tongue alive, waggling through lips curled in a silent leer. Skin suddenly the color of paste glowed in the partial darkness, eyes shining a light green. No longer looking at the ancient book before her, she opened her mouth wide and chanted:

“Volans spiritus, propinquórum mea

Te omni tempore oboedierunt voci meae 

Dixi tibi per Dominum Faroc 

Iam me vultis esse 

Posside tibi intus et facere verbum meum 

Esse eam per columbus aut cruentatis gladius 

Et omnes inimicos meos abibunt milli 

Iam vero unum, ubi iam duae!”

The bed began shaking furiously, the mattress and box springs rattling up and down, the feet sliding across the hard wood floor. It slid into the nightstand and the lamp on top keeled over and crashed to the floor, the bulb popping with a bright flash. Mary had now been reduced to a quivering mass, her knees drawn up and arms wrapped, sweat roiling down her face, her head snapping around to face each new trespass, slight gasps escaping her lips “Huhhuhhuhhuh.” The wind was now so loud, she could barely hear Simona blare:

“Volans spiritus, propinquórum mea!

Te omni tempore oboedierunt voci meae!

Dixi tibi per Dominum Faroc!

Iam me vultis esse!

Posside tibi intus et facere verbum meum!

Esse eam per columbus aut cruentatis gladius!

Et omnes inimicos meos abibunt milli!

IAM VERO UNUM, UBI IAM DUAE!”

The window glass exploded, sending shards over and into both girls. Mary shrieked in pain and her hands darted about, seeking to pluck the sharp little darts from her skin, but Simona lurched to her feet, her head thrown back in exultation, arms spread wide, a few bloody rivulets tracing claret down her cheeks.

The wind stopped.

The abrupt silence was leaden, and in the hush, Mary could sense – something. Something just outside the window. Something that wanted in. A faint flapping came to her ears, almost indiscernible. It was leathery, with wispy little sounds as though the wings were made of dusty old book covers.

Something landed on the window sill.  

Book Excerpt! A little something from my new novella “Simona Says”, from the anthology “Restless Souls: 3 Dark Fables”

 

 Simona bent her head and studied the page for a moment, calmed the ravens that were flapping wildly in her stomach, and began:

“Flying spirit, kindred mine

Thou shalt heed my voice throughout all time

By Lord Faroc I say to thee

Your will shall now belong to me

Get thee inside and do my word

Be it through dove or blood-stained sword

And all my foes shall surely rue

For now we be one, where once we were two”

 

Volans spiritus, propinquórum mea

Te omni tempore oboedierunt voci meae 

Dixi tibi per Dominum Faroc 

Iam me vultis esse 

Posside tibi intus et facere verbum meum 

Esse eam per columbus aut cruentatis gladius 

Et omnes inimicos meos abibunt milli 

Iam vero unum, ubi iam duae”

Mary sat frozen, her eyes flicking between Simona and the door. Her legs trembled beneath her, and she could feel her insides loosening. What in God’s name is she doing? she wondered. Just as she opened her mouth to interrupt, the window flew up and a blast of cold air blew out the candles. She screamed, and almost in response, the bedroom door flew open so hard the knob smashed a hole in the wall. The wind outside had begun to howl, and over the tumult she leaned in close to yell, “What’s happen-?”

The words stuck in her throat when Simona turned her head. Her visage was frozen in a mask of pure lust, only the tongue alive, waggling through lips curled in a silent leer. Skin suddenly the color of paste glowed in the partial darkness, eyes shining a light green. No longer looking at the ancient book before her, she opened her mouth wide and chanted:

“Volans spiritus, propinquórum mea

Te omni tempore oboedierunt voci meae 

Dixi tibi per Dominum Faroc 

Iam me vultis esse 

Posside tibi intus et facere verbum meum 

Esse eam per columbus aut cruentatis gladius 

Et omnes inimicos meos abibunt milli 

Iam vero unum, ubi iam duae!”

The bed began shaking furiously, the mattress and box springs rattling up and down, the feet sliding across the hard wood floor. It slid into the nightstand and the lamp on top keeled over and crashed to the floor, the bulb popping with a bright flash. Mary had now been reduced to a quivering mass, her knees drawn up and arms wrapped, sweat roiling down her face, her head snapping around to face each new trespass, slight gasps escaping her lips “Huhhuhhuhhuh.” The wind was now so loud, she could barely hear Simona blare:

“Volans spiritus, propinquórum mea!

Te omni tempore oboedierunt voci meae!

Dixi tibi per Dominum Faroc!

Iam me vultis esse!

Posside tibi intus et facere verbum meum!

Esse eam per columbus aut cruentatis gladius!

Et omnes inimicos meos abibunt milli!

IAM VERO UNUM, UBI IAM DUAE!”

The window glass exploded, sending shards over and into both girls. Mary shrieked in pain and her hands darted about, seeking to pluck the sharp little darts from her skin, but Simona lurched to her feet, her head thrown back in exultation, arms spread wide, a few bloody rivulets tracing claret down her cheeks.

The wind stopped.

The abrupt silence was leaden, and in the hush, Mary could sense – something. Something just outside the window. Something that wanted in. A faint flapping came to her ears, almost indiscernible. It was leathery, with wispy little sounds as though the wings were made of dusty old book covers.

Something landed on the window sill.  

A history of my personal favorite Halloween baddie…the Werewolf!

Man has been obsessed with the moon since the beginning of recorded time. It’s beauty, it’s power, and it’s numinous ability to control tides and emotions. So, it follows that we would also idolize a which gets its power from our mystical neighbor, the werewolf. Why should we not? Awesome strength, practically invulnerable, savagery beyond reason…possessing no fear, nor any boundaries beyond the distance they can travel.

In the spirit of All Hallow’s Eve, I give you a history of the most powerful of legends…The Werewolf! 

Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are legendary shape-shifting humans. As the name suggests, the shape these creatures take on is that of a wolf. The legend of the werewolf has  sprung up independently or spread to virtually every area of the Earth. It is also one of the oldest legends of human monsters in recorded history. Where the legend originated can only be guessed by what humans have taken care to record. Their other name, lycanthrope, may also be a hint at the origin of this myth.

Throughout history there are records of the trials of confessed or accused werewolves. In fact, they were hunted, questioned and executed in much the same way witches were, because often witches were accused of also being werewolves. These so-called “werewolf trials” give us a historical glimpse at rampant human belief in werewolves. Some of the accused were arrested because villagers needed someone to blame for dead livestock or some other explainable occurrence, but others were accused because of actions far more sinister and less likely to be contrived.

In 1521, a Pierre Burgot and Michel Verdun were executed as werewolves. Historical records indicate that they were a serial killer team. In 1573, again in France, another “werewolf” was executed. His name was Gilles Garnier, otherwise known as the “Werewolf of Dole.” He was a confessed serial killer. There are numerous accounts such as these, mostly in Europe. Interestingly, real wolves were plentiful in Europe at this time. Could people have simply been associating the carnivorous animal with people who behaved like animals?

A more infamous case of werewolf execution is that of a German man named Peter Stumpp (or Stubbe). Peter was supposedly caught by his neighbors in his wolf form. They witnessed him taking off his “wolf girdle” (more on that later) when they closed in on him. At which time, he reassumed his human form. Peter confessed to murder, rape and cannibalism. His mistress and daughter were tortuously executed immediately after he was. The reason they were executed? For having knowledge of his crimes and sex with him. Yes, his daughter was executed for being raped by her father. What is worse? Her father had killed her brother and eaten his brains before he was captured.

While all of these instances are proof of a long-standing belief in werewolves, they are not the first descriptions of werewolves in history. What appears to be the oldest story of a werewolf is not a gruesome group of serial killings followed by an execution, but an Ancient Roman myth. Ovid wrote the Metamorphoses in 1 A.D. In it, he told the tale of King Lycaon (the origin of the word Lycanthrope) who offended the gods by serving human meat to them at dinner. Jupiter punished this transgression by transforming Lycaon into a werewolf. In his werewolf form, he could continue his abomination of eating human flesh with less offense.

We know from Ovid that legends of werewolves go back to at least 1 A.D. We also know that since that time, the legend of the werewolf has evolved. There are werewolf legends that are obviously separate from one another and others that seem to build off the original concept. For example, the full moon had nothing to do with Ovid’s werewolf and other early werewolf legends. Werewolves changed shape at whim. Other legends associate werewolves with a sort of belt or “wolf girdle” that, upon donning, would transform them.

Religion has had an obvious impact on the werewolf myth. In areas where Christianity was prevalent, being a werewolf was associated with witchcraft and the devil. Even the wolf girdle found a place in this Christian belief in werewolves. They believed that the belt was furnished by the devil for use by his minions. Even Ovid’s tale was based on religion in the sense that his form was a punishment from the gods. Does this mean that religion is the source of the werewolf myth? It probably is not. It is more likely that religion has simply influenced a belief that manifested in human history for one of two reasons. Either werewolves were thought up to explain something horrible or they are real.

Several reasons for the appearance of the werewolf myth have been postulated. It is possible that real wolf attacks were the cause and superstition led people to fear the worst. Suspects were subsequently tortured into confession and voila, you have “proof” cementing the belief in werewolves. There is also the possibility that the werewolf myth was created to explain rabies. Humans do get rabies from being bitten by rabid animals, after all.

One possible cause for the werewolf myth aligns very well with historical werewolf hunts and that is that people were trying to explain serial killers. The vampire myth can be traced back to royals who had a particular taste for bloodshed, like Vlad the Impaler. However, the vampire myth only explains a lust for blood, not human flesh. History tells us that cannibalism is a trait that not all serial killers possess, but some do. Therefore, another explanation may have been needed – enter the werewolf myth. Wolves eat humans (not so much nowadays, but if they could get to us, they would more often). There is no denying that serial killers like Albert Fish and Jeffrey Dahmer do behave like animals.

How the werewolf myth came to be will never be known. Ovid could very well be the originator, but it may also have existed in oral history before Ovid. Any of the above causes is plausible. However, we cannot possibly know unless we find conclusive evidence that werewolves have or have never existed. If we find one, that answers the question. We are much less likely to find an answer if there were no werewolves. It is doubtful that we will find a little postscript from Ovid reading, “I made it all up.” However, one might say that could be assumed.

The History of Lycanthropy

Originally Published by Ms. Shelly Barclay in History Mysteries (http://historicmysteries.com)

Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are legendary shape-shifting humans. As the name suggests, the shape these creatures take on is that of a wolf. The legend of the werewolf has  sprung up independently or spread to virtually every area of the Earth. It is also one of the oldest legends of human monsters in recorded history. Where the legend originated can only be guessed by what humans have taken care to record. Their other name, lycanthrope, may also be a hint at the origin of this myth.

Throughout history there are records of the trials of confessed or accused werewolves. In fact, they were hunted, questioned and executed in much the same way witches were, because often witches were accused of also being werewolves. These so-called “werewolf trials” give us a historical glimpse at rampant human belief in werewolves. Some of the accused were arrested because villagers needed someone to blame for dead livestock or some other explainable occurrence, but others were accused because of actions far more sinister and less likely to be contrived.

In 1521, a Pierre Burgot and Michel Verdun were executed as werewolves. Historical records indicate that they were a serial killer team. In 1573, again in France, another “werewolf” was executed. His name was Gilles Garnier, otherwise known as the “Werewolf of Dole.” He was a confessed serial killer. There are numerous accounts such as these, mostly in Europe. Interestingly, real wolves were plentiful in Europe at this time. Could people have simply been associating the carnivorous animal with people who behaved like animals?

A more infamous case of werewolf execution is that of a German man named Peter Stumpp (or Stubbe). Peter was supposedly caught by his neighbors in his wolf form. They witnessed him taking off his “wolf girdle” (more on that later) when they closed in on him. At which time, he reassumed his human form. Peter confessed to murder, rape and cannibalism. His mistress and daughter were tortuously executed immediately after he was. The reason they were executed? For having knowledge of his crimes and sex with him. Yes, his daughter was executed for being raped by her father. What is worse? Her father had killed her brother and eaten his brains before he was captured.

While all of these instances are proof of a long-standing belief in werewolves, they are not the first descriptions of werewolves in history. What appears to be the oldest story of a werewolf is not a gruesome group of serial killings followed by an execution, but an Ancient Roman myth. Ovid wrote the Metamorphoses in 1 A.D. In it, he told the tale of King Lycaon (the origin of the word Lycanthrope) who offended the gods by serving human meat to them at dinner. Jupiter punished this transgression by transforming Lycaon into a werewolf. In his werewolf form, he could continue his abomination of eating human flesh with less offense.

We know from Ovid that legends of werewolves go back to at least 1 A.D. We also know that since that time, the legend of the werewolf has evolved. There are werewolf legends that are obviously separate from one another and others that seem to build off the original concept. For example, the full moon had nothing to do with Ovid’s werewolf and other early werewolf legends. Werewolves changed shape at whim. Other legends associate werewolves with a sort of belt or “wolf girdle” that, upon donning, would transform them.

Religion has had an obvious impact on the werewolf myth. In areas where Christianity was prevalent, being a werewolf was associated with witchcraft and the devil. Even the wolf girdle found a place in this Christian belief in werewolves. They believed that the belt was furnished by the devil for use by his minions. Even Ovid’s tale was based on religion in the sense that his form was a punishment from the gods. Does this mean that religion is the source of the werewolf myth? It probably is not. It is more likely that religion has simply influenced a belief that manifested in human history for one of two reasons. Either werewolves were thought up to explain something horrible or they are real.

Several reasons for the appearance of the werewolf myth have been postulated. It is possible that real wolf attacks were the cause and superstition led people to fear the worst. Suspects were subsequently tortured into confession and voila, you have “proof” cementing the belief in werewolves. There is also the possibility that the werewolf myth was created to explain rabies. Humans do get rabies from being bitten by rabid animals, after all.

One possible cause for the werewolf myth aligns very well with historical werewolf hunts and that is that people were trying to explain serial killers. The vampire myth can be traced back to royals who had a particular taste for bloodshed, like Vlad the Impaler. However, the vampire myth only explains a lust for blood, not human flesh. History tells us that cannibalism is a trait that not all serial killers possess, but some do. Therefore, another explanation may have been needed – enter the werewolf myth. Wolves eat humans (not so much nowadays, but if they could get to us, they would more often). There is no denying that serial killers like Albert Fish and Jeffrey Dahmer do behave like animals.

How the werewolf myth came to be will never be known. Ovid could very well be the originator, but it may also have existed in oral history before Ovid. Any of the above causes is plausible. However, we cannot possibly know unless we find conclusive evidence that werewolves have or have never existed. If we find one, that answers the question. We are much less likely to find an answer if there were no werewolves. It is doubtful that we will find a little postscript from Ovid reading, “I made it all up.” However, one might say that could be assumed.