werewolves

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

A little climbing on Glyn’s family tree. My editor claims she wants to be Gram when she grows up. “Hello, Glynnie. I see nothing’s changed here.” She rearranged the canisters on the counter and, while Glyn was putting them back in order by size, she reorganized his set of chef’s knives on their magnetic...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that. This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly...