Many so-called werewolves from centuries ago were in fact deviants, and
eventually serial killers, or serial predators, respectively. As France
had its fair share of these werewolfish tales, this story might have
happened there in 1521. Then, Pierre Bourgot and Michel Verdun allegedly
swore allegiance to the devil and claim to have a magical ointment that
turned them into wolves. This book is as raunchy as any of these
legends-- or modern horror tales to tell in the dark. When a mysterious
girl from social studies class confides her own experience on the party
line with Desmond Farr; confessing her knowledge of a local devil who
goes about sexualizing several young things with reckless abandon.
Schooling them in the rite of passage called romance, each one before
the next sacrificing their virginity to survive him-- she tells Myra she
too can join the werewolf love club! This is no lighthearted tale to
read on some sunny day, dear readers. This book comes with a warning
label. Cautionary tales within. According to legend, in his wolf-y form,
Desmond considers himself a sex-guru. Specializing in partners younger
than himself. This outtake from Emerald City Stories is not for the
faint of heart. Desmond and those like him might be a pack of wolves
that traverse the world preying on the young, Phanfasms like him might
as well vanish into history as into hysterics! By the end of this book,
you might wish he too was burned at stake for his monstrous crimes
against his prey in the rainier valley, or you might just think twice
about making light of the girls and boys who find themselves clobbered
by their first experiences of adulting-- gobsmacked even. As if the
Phanfasm was not bad enough, there are two other stories in this book,
one about a cruel prank pulled on a sleepover of seven-year-olds with a
giant snake, and a final tale of Polychrome in the Land of Oz, redeeming
Myra Doom from her out-of-body experience.
