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Photographer Unknown, (The Flesh Had Infinity in It)
“The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.”
-Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf
Werewolf in the Fog: Art by Fin-Snake, DeviantArt
“We found ways. This is the story, the human story, the werewolf story, the life story: One finds ways.”
– Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf
Photographer Unknown, (Embrace of Monstrosity), Selfie
“The morally cozy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as a reaction to suffering or as an act of rage against the Almighty. Vampire interviewee Louis is in despair at his brother’s death when he accepts Lestat’s offer. Frankenstein’s creature is driven to violence by the violence done to him. Even Lucifer’s rebellion emerges from the agony of injured pride. The message is clear: By all means become an abomination—but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.
-Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf
Photographer Unknown, (In My Dreams), Selfie
“In my dreams a small wolf slept inside of me and it wasn’t comfortable. It moved it’s heels and elbows and paws, struggled to make space between my lungs, stomach, bladder. Occasionally a scrabbling claw punctured something and I woke. … It was dreaming of being born. The form and scale of its occupancy shifted. Sometimes its legs were in my legs, its head in my head, its paws in my hands. Other times it was barely the size of a kitten, heartburn hot and fidgety under my sternum. I’d wake and for a moment feel my face changed, reach up and touch the muzzle that wasn’t there.”
―Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf
Photographer Unknown, (The Flesh Has Infinity in It)
“The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.”
-Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf