Halloween. While your neighborhood is filled with screaming trick-or-treaters and insecure adults in costumes they keep hiking down to cover their asses, you might be wondering “What’s in it for me?”
Well. . . have you heard of lesbian werewolves?
I know, I know. Lesbians aren’t real, you might think. They’re just some mythical creature conjured up by our ancestors to scare our children into obedience.
But what if I told you that once every 18 months, new stories of female werewolves emerge, penetrating the minds of eager readers, weaving politics and prose into tales so wicked you’ll think you’ve gone crazy?
Hey, if liking lesbian sex and werewolf battle scenes is crazy, you don’t want to be sane.
What have you got to lose? You’ll either be driven mad by the revelation that female werewolves can both enjoy sex and have intelligent conversation and rich inner worlds, or you’ll be wandering the woods tonight, begging to be bitten by a flannel-wearing lady.
Either way, you’ll be better off for it.
You only have 10 days left to preorder Hungry Ghost and get Lunatic Fringe mailed to you in time for Christmas. Do yourself a favor this Halloween: honor the old ones, wear comfortable footwear at the parties, and give lesbian werewolves a chance. It could be your last.
(with reverence, as always, to the Necromonicon)