Has it been so long, since I last posted?

Where has my mind been? Into what dark recess has it been seething?

"What road are you taking," asked the werewolf, 'the Needles Road or the Pins Road?"

"Pray thee, what's his disease?"

"A very pestilential disease, my Lord; they call it lycanthropia."

"What's that?"

"Ill tell you! In those who are possessed with it, there o'erflows a transformation into wolves. They steal forth into churchs for the dear god in heaven can't stop them! The hunt and score the night for prey, feeding off wild deer that they chase down, howling fearfully in victory at their catch. Theirs is the wolfskin with a man's mind, and some say that they alone are beloved of god!"