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@andronica-llewellyn
28 Jul 2012 04:08:08AM
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The Books, or, How I attempted a Scientific Inquiry into Lycanthropy

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It was the Age of Reason, and I was an intelligent thirteen-year-old girl who suspected that she had just become a monster. As I didnt put much stock in Satanic curses, I decided that there must be some rational, scientific explanation for what was happening to me. So I enlisted the aid of my old schoolteacher, Mr Smythe, to conduct some research on the subject. Of course, I couldnt simply tell him I was interested in lycanthropy, since the recent spate of killings might have suggested the word werewolf to anyone even mildly interested in occult phenomena. Instead, I asked him for books on daemonology. What he brought was the definitive work on the subject, Jean Bodins De la Dmonomanie des Sorciers (1580), which even suggested a cure burning at the stake.

You may find Chapter 7 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:40AM

@andronica-llewellyn
28 Jul 2012 04:08:08AM
65 posts

The Books, or, How I attempted a Scientific Inquiry into Lycanthropy

Bloggers' Corner

It was the Age of Reason, and I was an intelligent thirteen-year-old girl who suspected that she had just become a monster. As I didnt put much stock in Satanic curses, I decided that there must be some rational, scientific explanation for what was happening to me. So I enlisted the aid of my old schoolteacher, Mr Smythe, to conduct some research on the subject. Of course, I couldnt simply tell him I was interested in lycanthropy, since the recent spate of killings might have suggested the word werewolf to anyone even mildly interested in occult phenomena. Instead, I asked him for books on daemonology. What he brought was the definitive work on the subject, Jean Bodins De la Dmonomanie des Sorciers (1580), which even suggested a cure burning at the stake.

You may find Chapter 7 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:40AM

@andronica-llewellyn
21 Jul 2012 02:52:38AM
65 posts

The Monster, or, A young Werewolf’s short Descent into Madness

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If you discovered that you had murdered someone but couldnt remember the details, what would you do?Plead insanity?Claim diminished capacity?Does lycanthropy even qualify as a defence?

This was my dilemma in Octoberof 1748, when it became clear that I had been responsible for Bronwyns death.The people around me assumed that a wild animal was on the loose in the district and took steps to trap the beast.I, on the other hand, simply concluded that I was going insane.

There was some nonsense about witchcraft and mad wolves in the ancient family history I had found in Fathers library, but being a child of the eighteenth century I put no stock in such superstitious nonsense. My homicidal episode had to be the result of some illness.Apart from a sudden allergy to silver and a complete lack of appetite, however, I experienced no further physical symptoms, and had only a vague, dreamlike recollection of the events surrounding the murder.In the absence of any rational explanation, it only remained for me to hope that the incident would not repeat itself.

Hope, as they say, dies last.

Read Chapter 6 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:38AM

@andronica-llewellyn
21 Jul 2012 02:52:38AM
65 posts

The Monster, or, A young Werewolf’s short Descent into Madness

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If you discovered that you had murdered someone but couldnt remember the details, what would you do?Plead insanity?Claim diminished capacity?Does lycanthropy even qualify as a defence?

This was my dilemma in Octoberof 1748, when it became clear that I had been responsible for Bronwyns death.The people around me assumed that a wild animal was on the loose in the district and took steps to trap the beast.I, on the other hand, simply concluded that I was going insane.

There was some nonsense about witchcraft and mad wolves in the ancient family history I had found in Fathers library, but being a child of the eighteenth century I put no stock in such superstitious nonsense. My homicidal episode had to be the result of some illness.Apart from a sudden allergy to silver and a complete lack of appetite, however, I experienced no further physical symptoms, and had only a vague, dreamlike recollection of the events surrounding the murder.In the absence of any rational explanation, it only remained for me to hope that the incident would not repeat itself.

Hope, as they say, dies last.

Read Chapter 6 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:38AM

@andronica-llewellyn
14 Jul 2012 02:31:35AM
65 posts

The Passing, or, How Bronwyn’s Ring found its Way into my Chamber Pot

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At one time or another, nearly everyone has awoken in a strange place. Maybe we spent the previous evening in a pub and had a wee dram too many. Perhaps we even left the establishment in the company of a new friend and wound up in her bed. The worst-case scenario usually involves waking up naked and not even knowing the name of the person lying next to us. Sometimes the embarrassment is made complete when a hangover-plagued stomach empties itself onto our unknown hosts carpet.

My first time in such a situation was a little different. I woke up naked too, but the person I was with had been decapitated and disembowelled. My morning-after vomit was more like a symptom of the Ebola virus. And that wasnt even the worst of it.

ReadChapter 5 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com to find out what happened a few days later. You might call it Bronwyns Revenge.

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:34AM

@andronica-llewellyn
14 Jul 2012 02:31:35AM
65 posts

The Passing, or, How Bronwyn’s Ring found its Way into my Chamber Pot

Bloggers' Corner

At one time or another, nearly everyone has awoken in a strange place. Maybe we spent the previous evening in a pub and had a wee dram too many. Perhaps we even left the establishment in the company of a new friend and wound up in her bed. The worst-case scenario usually involves waking up naked and not even knowing the name of the person lying next to us. Sometimes the embarrassment is made complete when a hangover-plagued stomach empties itself onto our unknown hosts carpet.

My first time in such a situation was a little different. I woke up naked too, but the person I was with had been decapitated and disembowelled. My morning-after vomit was more like a symptom of the Ebola virus. And that wasnt even the worst of it.

ReadChapter 5 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com to find out what happened a few days later. You might call it Bronwyns Revenge.

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:34AM

@andronica-llewellyn
08 Jul 2012 01:43:11AM
65 posts

The Flowers, or, How my first Bleeding brought out the Beast

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Most young women are taken aside at some point by their mothers and informed about that dubious feature of our reproductive systems resulting in monthly indisposition. My own mother had died in childbirth, however, and nobody bothered to tell me in advance what I should expect. It was just a month after my thirteenth birthday when I had my first flowers our quaint eighteenth-century term for menses. As it happened, my elder cousin Bronwyn was present that fateful evening in October of 1748, and she told me everything I needed to know about this phenomenon. Except for one small thing. When I bleed, it turns me into a monster. Literally.

Readabout the worst case of PMS in history - Chapter 4 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:29AM

@andronica-llewellyn
08 Jul 2012 01:43:11AM
65 posts

The Flowers, or, How my first Bleeding brought out the Beast

Bloggers' Corner

Most young women are taken aside at some point by their mothers and informed about that dubious feature of our reproductive systems resulting in monthly indisposition. My own mother had died in childbirth, however, and nobody bothered to tell me in advance what I should expect. It was just a month after my thirteenth birthday when I had my first flowers our quaint eighteenth-century term for menses. As it happened, my elder cousin Bronwyn was present that fateful evening in October of 1748, and she told me everything I needed to know about this phenomenon. Except for one small thing. When I bleed, it turns me into a monster. Literally.

Readabout the worst case of PMS in history - Chapter 4 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:29AM

@andronica-llewellyn
04 Jul 2012 12:49:11PM
65 posts

The Dream, or, Reveries of a Werewolf Child

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Have you ever had a recurring nightmare? I had one throughout my childhood in fact, the Dream (as I called it) was my earliest memory. It was always the same: running through a forest pursued by predators, then becoming the predator myself. There was another scene in the Dream where I was killed by soldiers with silver swords. Scary stuff for a small child. What I didnt know at the time was that these were distant memories of previous lifetimes, not that this knowledge would have made it any less frightening. The last time I had my Dream was on the evening of 5th October 1748, the night of my first transformation, and it was only then that I began to understand what the Dream really meant.

Read about my Dream in Chapter 3 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:21AM

@andronica-llewellyn
04 Jul 2012 12:49:11PM
65 posts

The Dream, or, Reveries of a Werewolf Child

Bloggers' Corner

Have you ever had a recurring nightmare? I had one throughout my childhood in fact, the Dream (as I called it) was my earliest memory. It was always the same: running through a forest pursued by predators, then becoming the predator myself. There was another scene in the Dream where I was killed by soldiers with silver swords. Scary stuff for a small child. What I didnt know at the time was that these were distant memories of previous lifetimes, not that this knowledge would have made it any less frightening. The last time I had my Dream was on the evening of 5th October 1748, the night of my first transformation, and it was only then that I began to understand what the Dream really meant.

Read about my Dream in Chapter 3 of Night Music at www.AndronicaLlewellyn.com

updated by @andronica-llewellyn: 06 Oct 2016 06:13:20AM

Forum Activity for @andronica-llewellyn

The Books, or, How I attempted a Scientific Inquiry into Lycanthropy

The Books, or, How I attempted a Scientific Inquiry into Lycanthropy

The Monster, or, A young Werewolf’s short Descent into Madness

The Monster, or, A young Werewolf’s short Descent into Madness

The Passing, or, How Bronwyn’s Ring found its Way into my Chamber Pot

The Passing, or, How Bronwyn’s Ring found its Way into my Chamber Pot

The Flowers, or, How my first Bleeding brought out the Beast

The Flowers, or, How my first Bleeding brought out the Beast

The Dream, or, Reveries of a Werewolf Child

The Dream, or, Reveries of a Werewolf Child