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World of the Lupi is a place much like the one where
I write this, or the one where you sit reading it.
Except in this world, on this other Earth, there
is magic. Sorcerers, lupi, gnomes, and demons may
all walk around your (other) home town.
Not long ago, lupi were hunted and tracked like animals,
either killed or legally neutered. But the world is
changing--and not just through court rulings. The
realms are shifting and all hell keeps breaking loose.
Sometimes literally.
Eileen currently
has 7 stories set in her World of the Lupi
      
If
you're interested in learning more about the characters, visit
their page here!
Back in 1990 Eileen wrote
the following poem, foreshadowing the World she would
end up creating
THE TURNING
My cat is walking widdershins. The
wind
is shifting through strange harmonies, and soon
will change: the Folk are stirring once again.
The ghostly echoes conjured by the moon
surround it in vague prophecies. The night
is shifting through strange harmonies, and soon
may alter past mortality. A
flight
of crows croak warnings at the cat and me,
surround us in vague prophecies. The night
is tightly drawn between reality
and stranger truths, a cloth about to tear:
the crows croak warnings at the cat and me.
I've heard the whispers on the wind, laid bare
the runes the spiders spin. I've dreamed of
fear
and stranger truths, a cloth about to tear
and let the wildness back
in. I hear
the huntsman's horn, still distant, but so clear--
my cat is walking widdershins. The wind
will change: the Folk are stirring once again.
1990
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