Jeffrey LeBlanc

Of Wolf & Man Jeffrey LeBlanc

Children of horror, we are passing haunted Wallace Woods. Hear the howl of something in the fog, the crash of something large and primal through palmetto, briar thicket, and dense brush in the middle of Louisiana swampland. As fogged breathed rises with the mist, between freezing ice and rolling fog we see a greyish silhouette shrouded in moonlight. As you smell the scent of dog or something canine, you can see the long, ghastly claws from the shadows hunting you. You run to the safety of black water and mud, but find no escape and no reprieve from the beasts. Cold winds screech through branches and a roaring howl in the water with you is the last sound you hear. From the heart of howling terror and pad of clawed feet we introduce you to the shadowy world of Max Faucheaux in "Of Wolf & Man". William Blake captured his horrifying world so poignantly in the verses below. Tyger, Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? -William Blake (The Tyger) Follow on children of horror by padded, clawed feet as we journey ever on into shadowed waterways, fog-foetid bayous, and amongst the darkness of decayed swamp without torch, flashlight, or candle flame with only lunar light to guide our way. Those distant baying howls you hear are nothing to fear. And the growl circling you can't be a w---, or can they? There's no such thing of course. Who is the ever changing man in "Of Wolf & Man"? Can Max Faucheaux shed light on his fogged foe and defeat them?